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Chapter 106: The Ride
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Chapter 115**Bryan’s POV** I sank into the corner of the living room, the silence pressing harder now that the uniforms were gone. My back pressed against the wall, knees bent, elbows heavy on them. In my hand, I clutched her scarf that she’d left draped across the couch earlier. I held it so tightly it hurt, the soft fabric twisted in my grip like a lifeline. Every time I let my eyes close, she was there. Christiana’s smile, soft and shy. Her tears, glistening and raw. The way her hand would hover protectively over her stomach, on our child. My future. A sharp pain tore through me at the thought of them both gone, stolen into some darkness I couldn’t reach. My chest ached, my throat burned, and nausea coiled inside me until I thought I might break apart. “God please, keep her safe. I can’t afford to have anything happen to her. Please,” I whispered into the hollow quiet, my voice cracking under its own weight. I pressed my palms hard against my eyes until I saw stars, until t
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Chapter 112 : Are you the devil? Bryan’s POV “Are you the devil?” The words tore from my throat, hoarse, broken, desperate. My chest heaved, my voice raw, but I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the blood streaking down her forehead, running in jagged trails across her cheekbones, dripping steadily down her neck. Her eyes caught the dim light, wild and glittering, feverish with something I couldn’t name. She had that twisted, unnatural curve of her lips, too wide, too pleased, too wrong. It didn’t belong on Bella, didn’t belong on any human face. She was the devil, no doubt. She stood in the middle, her silk dress torn and hanging askew, her bare feet sticky against the polished wood floor where droplets of blood had already begun to pool. The rise and fall of her chest was sharp, unhinged, as though every breath fuelled the madness burning inside her. “Yes,” she whispered at last. The sound crawled down my spine. Her voice cracked, raw yet sharp, like glass breaking under press
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