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Crossed Lines
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2026-04-17 12:00:00“Aharhhhhhh!!!!”
Daniella’s scream tore through the room.She jumped off the bed immediately, her heart slamming violently against her chest as her eyes darted around the space. This wasn’t her room, her eyes popped out as she stared hard at Christian whose face was boiling with anger.Her throat went dry, no words no explanation she was confused herself.“Oh my God… oh my God…” she whispered, backing away from the bed like it had burned her. Her eyes dropped down staring at
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Fresh blood dripped from it slowly, staining the mud beneath it dark red.Her entire body went cold.“No…” she whispered shakily.Then the heart twitched.Daniella screamed and stumbled backward immediately before turning around and running again. Tears filled her eyes instantly as fear consumed her completely.“Dad!” she cried out helplessly. “Dad!”But the deeper she ran, the worse things became.Everywhere she looked, she saw more hearts scattered across the forest floor. Some were fresh. Some looked torn apart. Blood covered the ground like rainwater.Then she heard his voice.“Daniella…”She stopped breathing for a second.Her father’s voice echoed through the darkness, weak and broken, like someone speaking through pain.“Daniella…”Tears streamed heavily down her face as she turned around wildly, trying to find him.“Dad!” she screamed again.And then she saw him.He was standing several feet away from her betwee
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Christian adjusted his grip around Daniella carefully as he carried her upstairs. The mansion was quiet, almost unnaturally quiet, but somehow the silence only made the tension between them louder. Daniella could hear the steady sound of his footsteps against the staircase, could feel the warmth of his chest beneath her fingers where she held onto his shirt. She hated how safe it felt.The soft scent of his cologne wrapped around her completely, clouding her senses in the worst possible way. Every step he took was calm, controlled, effortless, as though carrying her meant nothing to him. Yet the closer she was to him, the harder it became for her thoughts to stay straight.Her body ached terribly, but somehow, being in his arms made her forget part of the pain.And that terrified her.Daniella slowly lifted her eyes toward him. The dim light from the chandelier caught against his jawline, tracing the sharpness of his features perfectly. His expression remained unread
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Christian did not move from where he sat. The room was dim, the faint glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across his face and sharpening the hard lines of his expression. His gaze was fixed on her, steady and unreadable, taking in every detail without missing anything. Daniella stood by the door, her body trembling slightly from exhaustion, pain, and the weight of everything she had just been through. Her clothes were stained, her skin bruised, and her leg barely supported her weight, yet the only thing she could feel in that moment was the intensity of his stare.“Where are you coming from?” he asked again, his voice calm but firm, leaving no room for avoidance.Daniella’s throat went dry instantly. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. Every possible excuse she could think of scattered before it could even form properly. She tried to steady her breathing, tried to gather herself, but his presence made it difficult to think.“I…” she started, but the word
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“What exactly are you doing here?”The voice came from behind her, low and cold, and it froze Daniella where she stood. Her breath caught in her throat as her body stiffened instinctively. Slowly, she turned.A man stood behind her.Not Christian.He was taller, broader, his face partially shadowed under the dim light from the street. His eyes were sharp, scanning her in a way that immediately told her one thing this was not someone she could lie to easily.Daniella forced a nervous smile. “I… I think I got the wrong place.”The man didn’t smile back.Before she could take another step, his hand shot forward, gripping her arm tightly. The force of it made her gasp as he yanked her backward.“Wrong place?” he repeated, his tone dangerously quiet. “People don’t just walk into places like this by mistake.”“I swear, I didn’t…..”Her words were cut off as his other hand clamped over her mouth.“Don’t,” he muttered.Her eyes widened as pani
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Daniella did not knock. She pushed the door open and stepped into Christian’s office with a force that immediately shifted the atmosphere. The air inside felt heavier than usual, thick with tension that had not yet been spoken but was already building. Christian looked up from his desk, his expression calm at first, but the moment his eyes landed on her face, he noticed it the urgency, the anger, the confusion. “What is it now?” he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair. Daniella did not waste time. “They’re planning something.” His brows drew together. “Who?” “Your mother and Angella,” she replied immediately. “They’re working together. I don’t know exactly what it is yet, but I can feel it. Everything happening right now, it’s not normal. There’s a plan behind it.” For a second, silence settled between them. Then Christian let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Are you serious right now?” he asked, shaking his head slig
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Angella’s words lingered long after she stepped away.Daniella didn’t move immediately. She stood there, the files still in her hands, her mind replaying the tone, the warning, the quiet confidence in Angela’s voice. It wasn’t just a threat. It was something deeper. Something calculated.And that was what unsettled her.Across the room, Angela paused just before reaching the door. For a brief second, the faintest smile touched her lips subtle, knowing, almost satisfied.Then the memory pulled her back.—The office was colder than usual.Not because of the temperature, but because of the woman sitting behind the desk.Mr. Thompson’s wife did not look like someone who waited for answers. She looked like someone who created them.Angella had never met her before, but even before stepping into the room, she had heard enough. Power. Influence. Control. The kind of woman who didn’t ask for things she took them.The door had barely closed behind t
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