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You humiliated me!
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2025-09-20 21:47:37
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Game over. You humiliated me!
Michelle’s POVThe sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor carried through the lobby like a drumbeat announcing war, sharp and deliberate, every step reminding me of the fire in my chest and the fury running hot through my veins. I knew the eyes that turned toward me weren’t only drawn by recognition, though there was plenty of that, but also by curiosity, by the scent of a storm brewing around me, because news travelled fast in this city and everybody had already seen the headlines, the photographs, the smiling faces of Logan Rossi and Maddie O’Connor with two children no one had known about, two children who should never have been hidden from the world. My world. So I walked through that lobby with my head held high and my chin tilted just enough to suggest that I was untouchable, even though inside my heart was rattling against my ribs like a bird trapped in a cage.Outside, beyond the glass doors, the vultures waited, photographers, gossip reporters, all those who fed
Game over. Send them away!
Madeline’s POVThe house is finally quiet, the kind of quiet that follows children’s laughter once it has softened into steady breaths and the gentle shifting of sleep. Connor’s drawings still litter the coffee table, crayons scattered like fallen leaves across the wood, while Carmen’s small shoes lie abandoned by the couch, one tipped on its side as if she had kicked it off mid-run. These little traces of them fill the room with a life so different from the one Logan and I stepped away from only hours ago, and for a moment, I let myself sink into the comfort of it, my body curled against the cushions, my mind heavy but unwilling to rest.Logan joins me not long after, his jacket draped over the back of a chair, his presence filling the space the way it always does, quiet and commanding, steady as a mountain. He doesn’t speak right away; he sits beside me, his hand finding mine, his thumb moving in slow, absent-minded circles against my skin. The touch steadies me, though it also remi
Game over. Home!
Madeline’s POVComing home tonight feels heavier than it ever has before, as if the door we step through is not only the entrance to our house but the fragile line between two worlds, the dark one we left behind at the ocean, where blood and salt mixed with screams, and this bright one, where little hands and innocent questions wait for me. It feels strange to stand here with my heart still beating to the rhythm of waves crashing and sharks circling, yet to hear laughter and footsteps approaching, to be met not with fear but with joy.The moment the door clicks shut behind us, there is no time to breathe before two familiar voices ring out, high and eager, calling for us as if we have been gone much longer than a single night. Connor bursts into the hall first, so fast his sock-covered feet almost slide out from under him, his face bright with excitement and his small body colliding into mine with enough force to nearly knock me back. He clings to me with his whole being, arms around
Game over. Having mercy when needed.
Logan’s POVThe cabin is quiet, the noise of the engines beneath the floorboards a steady rhythm, almost like a heartbeat. I lead Maddie inside, one arm firm around her waist, the other taking the weight of the knife she still clutches. Her fingers are stiff, the blade slick with blood that isn’t hers. I gently pry it from her hand, laying it on the table, and guide her into the chair near the porthole where the moonlight spills silver across the floor.She doesn’t resist, but I can feel the tremor in her body, the aftershocks of what she has just done. To the world, she is Donna Santoro, fierce and unbreakable, but to me, she is Maddie, the woman whose heart still beats too fast, whose lashes flutter as she blinks away what she has just seen, what she has just lived. I kneel in front of her, taking her hands in mine. They’re cold. I rub slow circles into her palms, warming her skin, letting her feel that she’s not alone.“You did what had to be done,” I murmur, keeping my voice stead
Game over. Feed him to the sharks!
Logan’s POVThe sound of Owen’s scream still lingers in the night air, ragged and broken, echoing over the water as though the ocean itself wants to carry his agony to the farthest shores, and I stand there, watching the man bleed out on the deck, watching the crimson trail seep between the planks, my chest rising and falling with a calmness I force myself to wear, because if I let my rage surface now it will not be calculated, it will not be measured, it will be blind, and I cannot afford blind rage with Maddie only a few steps away.Her hands tremble even though she tries to hide it, her eyes hard and blazing when she demanded the truth, her blade steady when she carved confession after confession from Owen, but now I see the edges of her strength fraying, I see the weight pressing down on her shoulders, and though she stands like a Donna, like a Santoro heir who has claimed her first blood, she is still the woman I love, the mother of my children, and she cannot carry this night al
Game over. You killed my mother!
Madeline’s POVI step onto the deck, letting the cold wind whip against my skin, the salt stinging my eyes, the yacht rocking gently beneath my boots as the dark waters stretch endlessly in every direction, and I can feel the weight of the night pressing down on me, the ocean itself a witness to what is about to unfold, a stage for the reckoning I have waited for my entire life. My gaze locks on Owen first, the man who claimed to be my father, the one who blamed me for the death of my mother, who always whispered that I was the reason she died, whose arrogance and cruelty shaped the very core of my fury. He looks up at me, a flicker of fear passing over his bruised, bloodied face, but it is fleeting, quickly replaced by that same smugness he always carried, the arrogance that has made him underestimate me all these years.I kneel slowly in front of him, letting my shadow stretch across the deck, letting him feel the power shift, the control I now hold, and I let my hand trail lightly
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