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GUILTY DEVOTION Help
The fever started as an ache behind my eyes, a subtle chill under my skin. I thought I could out-stubborn it. I’d done that my whole life; it was not the first time I ignored what hurt until it stopped trying.But this time, it didn’t stop. Every passing second was a moment of torture.I curled under the blanket, drenched in sweat and still shaking. My phone buzzed again on the nightstand. It was from the once blocked number that I forgot to block after he successfully ruined my entire well-being.I didn’t answer and just rolled to the side, facing the wall.He was watching me. Somehow, even after all these years, my father had found a way to crawl back into my life—like a disease that mutates just when you think you’ve cured it.*****I was eight the first time I realized my father hated me. This was not just disappointment or a temporary exhaustion. It was real, sharp, and gut-level hatred.He’d been drinking, of course. He always did it after work. He came home angry, blaming the t
GUILTY DEVOTION Prey
|Zara|The moment the email hit my inbox, I felt my stomach twist. It was definitely not from surprise, but from the cold finality of it.Subject: Formal Notice of SuspensionDuration: 3 Weeks (Zara Leigh)And a second later, Ryan let out a bitter snort from his side of the long glass conference table.“Well, shit. They didn’t even wait till we got back to our desks. That was so quick.”I stood immediately, my chair screeching against the polished floor.“They said it in the briefing, Ryan. You were getting six weeks. Me, too. It’s not a glitch.”He leaned back in his seat like it was all a joke. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect them to be that damn prompt. This building’s only efficient when someone’s getting screwed.”“You mean like you trying to screw Cassie over and dragging me into it?” I snapped, grabbing my phone and bag.“Oh, come on, Zara. Don’t act innocent. You were pissed at her too. It’s not like you are a saint in all of this.”“Pissed doesn’t mean sabotage, Ryan.” I rounded
GUILTY DEVOTION The Calm
I turned off my phone totally during the weekend. The Governor had gave the command that I shouldn’t be called no matter what happens since I had done my best to curb the sudden rage that was thrown against his administration.Stepping into a normal office that Monday morning was so therapeutic. I had missed such normalcy and calmness. The staff were going at their pace and the smiles that felt like they went on extinction two weeks ago were back. “You’re brutal,” Nicholas said that morning, stepping into my office unexpectedly with two coffees.“No,” I said, sipping mine. “I’m just allergic to cowards. They really pissed the fuck out of me.”He smirked. “Your phone’s been ringing all morning.”I knew, I just didn’t want to pick it up.David Lin had called three times and I watched it ring. I waited until the fourth to answer.“Victoria,” he said, breathless like he’d run to his desk. “I was hoping we could talk.”“That’s new. You used to prefer monologues.”“Look, I want to do a fo
GUILTY DEVOTION Correction
The following week, the headlines flipped strongly in our favor. Yet, I didn’t smile because there was other things yet to be done.I read the front page three times. I took note of every name mentioned, every word carefully chosen to protect the outlet while still doing what it was always meant to do—plant doubt. And then I circled one name in red: David Lin.“You ready to finish what you started?” the Governor asked me as he passed my desk.His expression was way better than the last week. I could also see that he was back to his normal and goofy self.“I don’t finish things,” I said, rising to follow him. “I erase them completely till they don’t leave a trace.”His scoff almost cut my last sentence off as his fingers grazed the edge of my table. “This is the reason why I will forever cling onto you. I love how merciless you are without losing your way. That’s why you inspire me.” I couldn’t shake the last line off my head. It was a compliment that money could never buy. My shoulde
GUILTY DEVOTION Each Other
The post hit Saturday morning.It exploded within hours.By lunchtime, the hashtags were trending: #SelectiveEthics, #BoughtVotes, #FollowTheMoneySenator Grafton released a panicked statement by 5 p.m. claiming the donations were “unrelated” to his voting behavior.I laughed so hard, I had to mute my phone because I was on an important call.By Sunday night, the media pivoted completely. The New York Sentinel ran a piece titled “The Real Corruption: An Uneven Standard of Outrage.”The story wasn’t about us anymore. It shifted and now, it was about them.***The next week was a long stretch of exhaustion. There were press briefings, legal reviews, whispered meetings, and nightly calls from political allies pretending they weren’t scared.And through it all, Cassie stayed close to me. Not hovering. Just... present.One morning, I woke up to find my desk sorted into color-coded stacks. She had labeled the files by urgency—high, critical, “only if someone’s bleeding,” and “can probably w
GUILTY DEVOTION Clapback
Cassie didn’t say much on the ride home. And for once, neither did I. The late-night air felt warm, thanks to the day’s chaos, but our car felt strangely calm. She leaned her head against the window, headphones in, and I let her be. She deserved the quiet time. We both did after the stress.When we pulled into the driveway, the porch light flicked on automatically, glowing hard to show everything in the area. Inside, the house smelled faintly of lavender and printer toner—a weird combination of comfort and stress that had somehow become home.I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my heels. The ache in my feet had become so constant, I barely noticed it anymore. Cassie headed straight to her room, saying nothing more than a soft “Goodnight, maybe.”But she didn’t sleep.I knew that because twenty minutes later, as I sat at my desk in the corner of the living room—surrounded by files, my eyes bloodshot from too many hours of reading and rerunning headlines—I heard the soft clink o
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