MasukBOOK 3: EPILOGUE Elaine dreamt. For the first time in a long while, her sleep wasn’t invaded by shadows or screams. There were no cold sweats, desperate gasps for air, or lingering dread clinging to her chest when she stirred. Instead, her mind conjured something so gentle and surreal it almost b
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 101 -ELAINE- I couldn't sit there for even a second longer, the tension was killing me. Steph was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, desperately trying to get another update from the police. Meanwhile, Duncan was out there, risking everything for something that I knew deep dow
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 100 -ELAINE— The school was surrounded by chaos when we arrived. Sirens screamed in the distance. Teachers were huddled near the entrance, some crying, others shouting into their phones. Parents were arriving in waves, panicked and demanding answers. Duncan didn’t wait; he leapt
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 99 -ELAINE— The banging on my door startled me out of my thoughts. I had barely managed to eat anything all day, my mind spinning endlessly since my last confrontation with Duncan. When I opened the door, Steph stormed in like a hurricane. “What the hell is wrong with Duncan?!” sh
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 98 -DUNCAN- I knew something was wrong. It was the townspeople who informed me about Elaine driving off the cliff. I had no idea, I was devastated about what happened the other night and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean, damn it, I know her. She’s stubborn, guarded, but
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 97 -ELAINE— The next day arrived, and I found myself still in the same position I was in the previous night. I hadn't even budged an inch. I missed the knock on the door when Steph arrived. I was completely lost in my world, and I didn't even realize the time or how long I had be
KIAN’S POVLeslie backed down easier than I expected but I am grateful she doesn’t argue or see through my lie. She’s suspicious but that feeling is outweighed by the excitement of meeting with Andre. So without any more complaint, she walks into our room with me. ‘Our’ room is hardly a room. It’s
LESLIE’S POVAndre makes it so easy to relax around him.My nerves have calmed and the uneasy feeling is long gone. The dance had helped but it was mostly the small talk we exchanged while we danced. It was almost like he could sense that this was my first real meeting as a designer and tried to ma
“You’ve been walking on eggshells around me, buying me things and setting me up for a meeting, all these while Beverly is carrying your child and still very much present in your life! What? Were you hoping all these things will make me come back to you?” “Leslie, that is far from—”“I don’t want yo
“And what has that got to do with the darned dress you got her? How you shamelessly flirted with her all night and your goddamn hand in my wife’s hair!” I yell in his face, only realising my mistake after the words left my mouth. “Wife?” Silence settles in the room the moment Leslie says that. Whe







