تسجيل الدخولGianna.Two days later.I woke slowly, the way you do when sleep has been heavy but not entirely peaceful. My eyes stayed closed for a moment while the soft morning light warmed my face through the curtains. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and rustling leaves.For a few seconds, my mind was blank.Then everything came rushing back.Alina.Her voice.Her smile.The words she had thrown at me like knives.My chest tightened slightly as the memory surfaced, but it didn’t hit the same way it had two days ago. The sharp panic that had clawed through me that night had dulled. It was still there, somewhere deep in the background, but it no longer swallowed me whole.Ivan’s voice replaced hers in my head.I choose you.My fingers tightened slightly around the blanket.That conversation had changed something inside me. Before it, my thoughts had been spinning endlessly, dragging me through every terrible possibility my mind could create. But after talking to
Gianna.I stayed rooted in that spot for what felt like hours, each word she had thrown at me replaying in my head like a broken recording that refused to stop.What if she was right?The thought didn’t knock politely. It barged in.All of a sudden everything started overlapping in my head. Moments. Glances. Memories. Even back to Roselyn. The way Ivan had spoken about her. The softness in his voice when he explained their past. What if Ivan didn’t even think of me that way? What if everything between us was just happening because of this bond we were forced into?If we’re so similar…If we have the same face…What makes me special?What makes me different?If she had been there first… would he have marked her instead?Would he have looked at her the way he looks at me?Or worse… does he look at her that way too and I’ve just been too blinded to see it?My stomach twisted.He chose Roselyn. He didn’t have to. There was no mark. No destiny. No ancient bond tying him to her throat. He
Gianna.The word hit me like a physical shove. My ears rang.“You what?”“You heard me, Gianna.” Her lips curved, not soft, not hesitant. Sharp. “I love Ivan.”I let out a short laugh. It scraped out of my throat, brittle. “You’re lying. Okay, okay you got me. I actually fell for it, Alina.”Her smile didn’t shift.“Of course you’d think this is a joke.” Her head tilted, studying me like I was something under glass. “So what did you think, Gianna? Fate brought us together and I’d just forgive you for leaving me behind? Leaving me to suffer?” Her voice cracked, but her eyes stayed dry. “You left me with that monster.”“I had an accident!”“And I don’t fucking care!” she snapped.The force of it made me flinch.“Mum chose you! He vented his anger on me day and night!” Her chest rose sharply, breath sawing in and out. “And then,” she paused. Her eyes glistened but she refused to let the tears fall, like even her grief obeyed her pride. “He sold me. He sold me so men could use me for plea
Gianna.A few days later.I was lying on my bed, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, half reading posts, half thinking about nothing in particular, when a notification popped up.Alina.My thumb hovered for a second before I opened it.“Hey, let’s go out today. Watch a movie or something?”My eyes lit up instantly.A whole day with my sister? Just us?That… actually sounded nice. We hadn’t really hung out properly since everything happened. School had been exhausting, emotionally and academically. Maybe this was what we needed. Maybe this was her trying.“Okayyy,” I replied, unable to stop the small smile forming on my lips.I’ll come pick you up. Get ready soon.I practically tossed my phone aside and headed to shower.Why was I excited?Because this felt normal. Like something sisters did. No tension. No weird comments. No subtle digs.Just us.I dressed simply, did the basics, tied my hair back neatly, and headed downstairs once she texted that she was outside.“Gia! Where are y
Gianna.By the time Alina had left, I felt a strange mix of relief and exhaustion. The school day had been long, but having Cassie and Rue around afterward helped me breathe again. We all left to grab something to eat, their teasing and laughter filling the air like a gentle distraction. I laughed too, genuinely at first, letting myself get swept into their jokes, the kind that had me clutching my sides, cheeks aching from smiling. For a moment, the weight of Alina’s words, her accusing tone from earlier, faded.But of course, it always came creeping back.Why was she acting so weird all of a sudden? Was it guilt? Jealousy? Or something deeper I didn’t understand yet? My chest tightened just thinking about it. She had always been unpredictable, but this… this felt deliberate. She was probing, testing, trying to unsettle me without even saying it outright. And it worked, just enough to make my thoughts spiral the second my mind went quiet.By the time I got home, a strange sense of
Gianna.Monday came faster than I wanted it to.The house already felt different when I woke up. Too quiet. No extra footsteps padding down the hallway. No unfamiliar scent clinging to the air. Alina had left early Sunday morning, her bags gone, the room extra tidy, like she’d erased herself on the way out. If it weren’t for the hoodie she borrowed and forgot to return. I might’ve convinced myself the entire weekend was a stress-induced hallucination.I took my bath longer than usual, letting the water drum against my shoulders while my thoughts spiraled in lazy, unhelpful circles. By the time I got dressed, my fingers felt steady again. Jeans. A halter top. My hair packed half up, half loose. I stared at my reflection longer than necessary. My eyes looked tired, yes, but clearer somehow. Like something heavy had shifted inside me. Lighter. Heavier. Both at once. I didn’t try to name it.Campus was already buzzing when I arrived. Cars sliding into parking spaces, students laughing to
“Ivan… what are you doing?”My own voice sounded breathless—even to me—as I took a step back from him. He moved closer anyway, slow and deliberate, like he already knew I’d never really push him away. My body betrayed me instantly, humming, tightening, aching in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Gianna. Tuesday came too fast.I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. My dreams had been strange—flashes of last week's argument with Ivan, the way his eyes darkened, the way the whole class went silent as if oxygen had leaked out of the room. Even now, the weight of it clung to me. I hated
GiannaSunday went by faster than I wanted. One second I was waking up, telling myself I’d be productive, and the next I was wrapped in a blanket, switching between movies and half-heartedly studying. The maids brought food to my room—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—which made me feel slightly guilty.
Gianna. The moment Mom and I stepped into the car, she let out a soft, content sigh and started driving.“It feels like we haven’t really caught up in a long time,” she said with a smile, her fingers tapping lightly on the wheel. “I’m happy you agreed to spend today with me.”“Me too,” I said. And







