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Third Person’s POV Ethan entered the station like a man carrying a storm beneath his skin, restrained only by discipline and purpose. The glass doors slid shut behind him with a soft hiss, but the sound seemed louder than it should have been, echoing faintly in the controlled coldness of the building. Inside, everything was orderly predictable. Officers moved about with practised efficiency, voices kept low, footsteps measured. Papers shuffled, phones rang, keyboards clicked. It was a world built on procedure, on authority. Ethan’s gaze was dark, fixed straight ahead, his expression carved from something harder than anger, his jaw flexed subtly as he approached the reception desk, every step deliberate. The receptionist looked up. “Good morning, sir,” she said carefully. “Good morning,” he replied, his tone polite but devoid of warmth. “I’d like to see your superior officer. Immediately.” The receptionist nodded quickly. “Of course, sir. Right away.” Within seconds,
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Aria: I shut my eyes tightly, as though darkness might offer me mercy. For a second, I allowed myself to believe it had all been a nightmare, that when I opened them again, the cold iron bars would be gone, and I would be walking out of the cell freely. But when my lashes fluttered open, nothing had changed. No officer had come. No keys had rattled. No gate had creaked open to grant me freedom. I was still here, trapped within the same suffocating cell, the same oppressive silence wrapping around me like a noose. And worst of all, I was not alone. Madden is with me, this bastard that doesn't want to leave because of his life. The very sight of him sitting there, so at ease in a place that felt like it was slowly choking the life out of me, made something sharp twist inside my chest. He leaned lazily against the wall, his posture far too relaxed for a man behind bars, as though he belonged here or perhaps as though the world outside these walls was no better than this. “The
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Ethan:My lips parted slightly as I stared at her, Genevieve or Priyanka. Whoever she might be because I don't understand. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip, buying myself a second to think, to steady the chaos rising inside my head. What the hell is this? Is she playing me? Twisting things just to throw me off balance? Or is Lucien the one pulling strings from the shadows? He was the one who pushed Devi to investigate Priyanka in the first place. Something wasn’t adding up. Honestly, nothing was adding up. But one thing I knew for sure, I couldn’t let her see that I was confused, she might be watching my every move, waiting for a slip. But fine, if she wanted to play this game, I’d play along. “I thought you were Genevieve,” I said, forcing a small, almost embarrassed smile onto my face. “Guess you just look like her. Sorry about that.” Her expression softened instantly, as if relief washed over her. Then, before I could react, she stepped forward and wrapped her arm
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*The Next Morning* Ethan: The silence in my room felt heavier than usual. It wasn’t peaceful, it was suffocating and empty, not filled with Aria’s warmth. I stood in front of the mirror for longer than necessary, fingers working mechanically as I adjusted the cuffs of my black suit. Every movement felt rehearsed, like I was preparing for something far more permanent than just a visit to my parents’ house. The fabric sat perfectly on my shoulders, Unlike me. My reflection stared back at me, calm on the surface, but my eyes betrayed everything. It was filled with restlessness, conflict, and rage carefully buried under obligation. "A fake engagement." The words still taste bitter in my mouth. If this was what it would take to save Aria, then fine, I would do it. I would play along, smile when expected, stand beside a woman I couldn’t stand while waiting for the right moment to tear the truth open. I exhaled slowly, dragging my fingers through my hair. “I’ll get you out,” I mu
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Elena: “She’s alive, safe and sound.” Those words didn’t just linger, they echoed, ricocheting inside my head like something determined to break me open from the inside. I stood there, completely stunned, everything inside me was spiralling. The cold air of the burial ground wrapped around my skin, but I barely felt it. My mind had gone somewhere else entirely, somewhere darker, somewhere far more dangerous. Because all I could think was what he said. No. No, this can’t be happening. I don’t want it to happen. I don’t want her. I don’t want some stranger walking into my life, into our life, and tearing apart the only thing that had ever been mine. My father was always mine alone. Even if I felt lonely. Even if I complained. Even if I lay awake some nights staring at the ceiling, wishing for something, someone to fill the silence this wasn’t what I meant. I thought he'd get over her if he didn't find her, if I guess right it's been more than twenty years now.
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Lucien pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly, as though something invisible had snapped between them. For a brief second, his eyes locked with hers—deep, unreadable, and carrying a weight she couldn’t decipher. And then just like that, he let her go without hesitation, leaving no trace of what had just passed between them. He looked around, no one could see them. Devi stood rooted to the spot, her entire body frozen in place. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Her thoughts lagged behind reality, struggling failing to catch up with what she had just heard, what she had just felt. The silence he left behind was louder than anything he could have said. It wrapped around her throat, tight and suffocating. (Back to Present) Her voice faded gradually, like a candle flickering out in the dark, as the memory dissolved and reality settled back in. But the weight of it, the confusion, the unease, the lingering questions, still hung thick in the air between them. E
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Ethan’s POV I watched her cry for her ex-husband, and it didn’t ignite jealousy in me the way people assume it should. It didn’t make my chest burn with insecurity or anger. All I felt was an overwhelming need to take her pain away. Because why not? when she cried like someone who had held herse
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Aria’s POV The drive home was wrapped in silence, the silence pressed against my chest until breathing felt a bit uncomfortable. Ethan didn’t turn on the radio. He didn’t try to fill the space with words like he used to anytime I'm sad, that wouldn’t matter anyway. And I was grateful for that. I
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The kiss started slowly, each movement unhurried. His mouth was warm against mine, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumbs brushing softly against my skin, stabilizing himself or maybe stabilizing me. My hands tightened into the fabric of his jacket, clinging to him, needing to touch him, despera
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After the dance ended, the room felt too loud, too bright, and my chest felt heavy in a way I couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was the stares I’d caught on the way in, maybe it was the weight of everyone watching us, maybe it was Ethan or maybe it was every single piece of that mix, pressing down on me u
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