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Chapter 42 The Monster in Me
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The first thing Julian Thorne was aware of was the sound of birds. It was a cheerful, foreign sound, not the usual muffled hum of city traffic twelve stories below that greeted him in his penthouse. Then, the warm rays of the sun on his face, a sensation so unfamiliar it felt like a dream. He opened his eyes, blinking against the gentle light filtering through unfamiliar curtains.Something was wrong.This was not his bedroom. The ceiling was low, painted a soft cream instead of stark white. The sheets, though clean, smelled of a floral detergent, not his own crisp, unscented linen. The pillow was softer, less supportive. He sat up quickly, the movement abrupt, his heart giving a sudden, hard pound of panic against his ribs. The empty space beside him in the small bed was cold. He was alone."Evelyn?" he called out, his voice rough and gravelly with sle
He is.... Not Him Chapter 42 The Monster in Me
The warm, relaxing haze from my bath evaporated the moment the doorbell chimed, its sound jarring in the late-night quiet. I glanced at the clock: 10:35 p.m. Who on earth could that be? Padding to the door, I peered through the peephole, my heart giving a nervous flutter. The hallway was empty. "Who is there?" I called out, my voice sounding small in the stillness. A familiar, deep voice answered from just out of view. "I'm sorry for bothering you this late. Can I come in?" Julian? I unlocked and opened the door slowly. There he stood, the formidable CEO of Aethelburg Cooperation, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. His usually immaculate hair was slightly ruffled, and his tie was loosened. But it was his eyes that struck me—they held a shadow of anxiety, a deep restlessness I'd never seen in them before. "You... you should come in," I said, stepping aside. He walked in, the space of my small apartment seeming to shrin
He is.... Not Him Chapter 41 Evelyn Sharpe
The Thorne family estate felt different after the divorce. Emptier, quieter, and yet somehow less oppressive for Liam. With his mother gone, the constant pressure to be something he wasn't vanished. He could breathe. He spent his days in the sun-drenched conservatory, a space his mother had always hated, now converted into his personal studio. Canvases, cameras, and the scent of oil paint and fixative filled the air. Julian, now the adult burdened with the weight of his imminent future at AethelburgCorporation , moved through the house like a ghost. He was the heir to a kingdom his mother had told him was his birthright, but it felt more like a gilded prison. The hollow feeling he'd carried since childhood had only grown, a void his academic successes and his father's proud nods could not fill. One afternoon, he passed by the open doors of the conservatory. He heard his brother's voice—not the polite, guarded tone he used with the rest of the
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Later that evening, the heavy silence in the Han household was broken by the return of the Chairman. Hearing his father's voice, Julian immediately straightened his posture, his face smoothing into the neutral mask his mother preferred. His father entered the living room, his briefcase in one hand and two gift-wrapped boxes in the other. He looked tired but smiled when he saw his sons. His eyes first found Liam, who was sitting quietly on the floor, still looking despondent despite the new, larger toy car clutched in his hand. "My little Liam," the Chairman said, his voice gentle. "I heard there was an accident with your car. This one is even better, yes? It has working headlights." Liam nodded, offering a small, watery smile. "Thank you, Daddy." Then, the Chairman turned to Julian. "And my diligent son. I heard you aced your mathematics exam. Top of your class." He held out the larger, more elegantly wra
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Alone in the soundproofed backseat of his town car,Julianfinally let the mask slip. He leaned his head against the cool window, the city lights blurring into streaks of color as his driver navigated the evening traffic. The confrontation withLiamhadn't brought him the cold satisfaction he’d anticipated. Instead, it had dragged up old ghosts, throwing him back into the emotional prison of his childhood, a place he’d spent a lifetime building walls around.He loosened his tie, the silk feeling more like a noose than an accessory. The image of that room—herroom—was burned onto the back of his eyelids. Every smiling photograph, every carefully preserved memento, was a testament to a truth he had desperately wanted to be a lie.Liam’s love forEvelynwasn’t a fleeting infatuation; it was a meticulously curated archive of devot
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The following dayLiamwas working in his studio, which was connected to his house. He was in the middle of editing some pictures in his private office. His office had an outdoor concept. He always liked the sensation of nature, so he made the space feel as open as possible with a large window that looked out onto a beautiful garden, good air circulation, and plenty of green plants to keep the air fresh.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He stood up and walked to the studio’s entrance. A man in a striped formal shirt—his brother’s preferred outfit—was standing there. Without waiting for an invitation,Julianstepped inside and began slowly looking around, observing the photographs displayed throughout the studio.“How unusual for you to take an interest in my work, Julian,”Liam&
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