LOGINBOOK 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
LESLIE’S POV I open the front door to find Dianne standing there with a brown box in both hands. I smile at her and attempt to take it from her but she doesn’t let me, shoving her way through while I step to the side to let her in. I shut the door and follow behind her. She stops short in the mid
KIAN’S POVI drum my fingers impatiently on my car’s steering wheel, my chest tight with both anticipation and mild nervousness. The windows of my car are shut tightly and tinted black so that no one outside can see me. I chose this very car for that one reason–I can’t be seen. At least not yet. My
“I already told you that I will not let you treat me the way you see fit, Kian. I am carrying your—” “You are carrying my child! Yes! I know that! I can see it Beverly, you don’t have to remind me every goddamn time. And just like I have also said countless times, I am not denying you or our child
“Kian—”“Did you forget how you dangled my position as the company’s CEO in front of me? You weren’t even subtle about how I had no choice but to marry her or I lose everything I worked hard for.” My chest tightens painfully, memories pushing into my head before I can stop them. PASTTHREE YEARS A







