MasukYvonne,My chest heaved when the light stabbed my eyes. It burned straight through my skull, forcing a low groan out of my throat before I could stop it. My eyelids fluttered uselessly, heavy as if they were glued shut, and when I finally managed to open them, the world swam violently. Dizziness rolled through me in waves, thick and nauseating, my head throbbing as if someone had struck it with a blunt object.When I tried to move, a sharp jolt shot through my arms. The chair creaked beneath me. That was when reality slammed into me. My wrists were bound tightly to the armrests, coarse rope biting into my skin. Another rope cinched my torso to the back of the chair, stealing the air from my lungs when I struggled instinctively. Panic flashed through my mind, hot and blinding. Cold sweat broke out across my back as the fragments of information finally stitched themselves together."What the hell?" I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely steady. I blinked rapidly, trying to force my visi
Yvonne, The drive home was quieter than usual, the car gliding through the city streets as the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows. Aurora had taken to chatting happily about her day at the playground, recounting every game and every toy she had played with, her small voice filling the car with the kind of innocent energy only a child could bring. I sat in the passenger seat, arms folded loosely in my lap, trying to absorb the calm after the tension-filled morning. My stomach, however, was anything but calm. It growled with a sudden, insistent hunger that made me shift awkwardly in my seat. I pressed a hand over it, hoping to silence the betraying rumble, but it only seemed to grow louder. Dante’s gaze flicked toward me, though he kept his hands firmly on the wheel. His brow lifted just slightly, the faintest curve of curiosity at the corner of his mouth. He had been showing me some expression recently “You didn’t have lunch yet?” he asked, his voice calm but carryi
Yvonne,Taylor, perched behind his desk, leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the polished surface. His face was heavy, lined with frustration and fatigue, and his eyes flicked from me to Dante, weighing the room with the patience of someone who had been through too many similar situations. “My parents,” he began slowly, voice carrying the weight of something long simmering, “didn’t believe that Sabrina’s project is a fraud. They think… Veronica is manipulating me to sabotage Sabrina’s dream project.” The silence that followed pressed against us like a physical weight. It was the kind of silence that makes you catch your breath in your throat, that leaves your stomach twisting with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. I could feel Dante’s attention shift, his gaze narrowing, moving between Taylor and me with a measured precision, as if trying to map out every possibility in his head. “I expected that much,” Dante said finally, his voice low and steady, but thread
Yvonne,After breakfast, the morning unfolded quickly, almost too quickly.The movers arrived one after another, their presence filling the expansive apartment with controlled noise.Boxes were carried in, luggage placed carefully near the walls, labels checked and rechecked. Dante supervised briefly, giving short instructions, his tone efficient and precise. His brow occasionally furrowed as he watched them handle expensive items, fingers tapping the edge of a box when he wasn’t giving orders. I hovered nearby, helping where I could, though most of it felt surreal, like I was watching someone else’s life being arranged around me. My hands fidgeted with the edge of a label, the noise of boxes shifting making my stomach twist nervously.Aurora sat on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs, happily munching on fruit while commenting on everything she saw. Every box was a “treasure,” every suitcase a “mystery.” Her small toes tapped on the counter, jiggling with excitement, and I found
Yvonne, Dante didn’t even say goodbye to his family before leaving the house with us. The realization settled slowly, uncomfortably, as the gates closed behind the car. I turned my head slightly, watching the familiar estate disappear from view, my chest tightening in a way I hadn’t expected. There was no dramatic confrontation, no shouted farewells. Just silence and A clean cut.Dante once again proved that once he decided to do anything, he would do despite everything. A pang of guilt pressed deep into me. I hadn’t planned this. I hadn’t intended for things to end like this, so abrupt and unresolved. Dante loved his family. That much was undeniable. I had seen it in the way his voice softened when he spoke to Aurora about her grandparents, in the way he tolerated things that clearly hurt him. And yet, because of us, because of the line he chose not to let anyone cross anymore, he had taken a step that could not be undone easily. The car rolled forward smoothly, heading toward
Yvonne,I had just taken off my top to change when an odd, prickling awareness crawled up my spine.Something was wrong.I stared at the edge of the bed, my eyes narrowing, then widening. The undergarment I had carefully placed there earlier was gone.Not shifted. Not half-hidden.Just Gone within a blink. Aurora wasn't there, She was just packing her own toys.I froze mid-motion, breath catching awkwardly in my throat. My fingers tightened around the fabric of the top still clutched to my chest, knuckles whitening as if letting go would invite disaster. My gaze stayed locked on the bed, hopeful in the most irrational way, as though it might reappear if I stared hard enough.“What the hell?” I muttered, the words barely escaping, my lips barely moving.A nervous swallow followed. I bent forward and checked the bed properly this time, fingers lifting the blanket, then smoothing it back down. Nothing. I checked under the pillow, flipping it with a sharp, impatient motion. Still nothing.







