LOGINThe gunshot cracked through the room like a rupture in reality itself.Elisa's body was frozen.Completely still.She stood there, trembling, covered in blood that was not hers.It splattered her dress, her arms, her hands — warm, sticky, unmistakably real. Her fingers twitched faintly as if her body wanted to recoil, wanted to pull away, but her mind hadn’t caught up yet. Her vision blurred, swam, narrowed until all she could see was the unmoving form at her feet.The man who had tried to hurt her.Now dead.His eyes were still open.Staring.Empty.The sheer volume of blood made her stomach lurch violently. Her throat tightened, nausea rising sharp and uncontrollable as she swallowed hard, fighting the urge to vomit. Her knees trembled, barely holding her upright as the reality of what she was looking at crashed into her all at once.She couldn’t look away.She wanted to.God, she wanted to.But her eyes were locked on him, her body refusing to obey her desperate need to turn away,
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, the words breaking apart. “I’m so, so sorry. Rowan… I swear, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t think— I didn’t know it would—”He said nothing.Not a single word.He only held her tighter.His arms locked around her like iron, crushing her against his chest, as if he were afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the world would take her too. His fingers trembled against her back, not with weakness, but with restraint — the kind that came from holding something together by force alone.The silence hurt worse than if he had screamed.It pressed down on her ears, filled her head, made every thought louder, uglier, heavier.She buried her face into his shoulder, sobbing harder, her breath coming out in broken gasps as the guilt finally tipped into something unbearable. Her mind spiraled, racing, dragging her back to Leonard, to their deal, to his fake promises, so convincing — promises she had been stupid enough to believe.His b
Elisa didn’t remember when her body finally gave in.She only remembered the moment the door shut behind her and the silence swallowed her whole.It was then—only then—that she completely broke.Her back slid down against the wooden door until she collapsed onto the floor, knees buckling, palms scraping uselessly against the surface as though she could somehow hold herself upright by force alone. The moment she hit the ground, the restraint she had been clinging to shattered entirely.A sob tore out of her chest—raw, violent, uncontained.She cried like she hadn’t cried in years.Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face, her breathing coming out in broken, uneven gasps that burned her throat. She pressed her hands to her face as if trying to suffocate the sound, but it was useless. The grief, the regret, the crushing humiliation of her own stupidity came pouring out no matter how hard she tried to stop it.“How could I be so stupid…” she whispered hoarsely, h
Elisa stared at the screen long after the message had been sent.The words were still there. Small. Plain. Almost mocking in their simplicity.“It’s done.”Her thumb hovered just above the glass, trembling faintly, as if her body already knew what her heart refused to accept—that this wouldn’t end the way she’d been promised. The message showed as seen almost immediately. The speed alone made her chest tighten, her breath hitching as anticipation curled sharply in her stomach.She waited.Seconds passed.Then a response appeared.“Good.”Just that.One word.No punctuation. No elaboration. No acknowledgment of what she had sacrificed, of the weight of what she had done, of the day she had spent drowning in guilt and fear and hope all tangled together. Elisa stared at the word as though it might change if she looked long enough, as though more text might suddenly follow if she waited patiently enough.Nothing came.Her heart began to pound harder, confusion bleeding slowly into hurt. H
She held his gaze, smiling softly as she asked once more who he would choose.The smile was gentle, almost tender, yet beneath it lay a quiet expectation that made Rowan’s chest tighten painfully. Her eyes never left his—not even for a second—as though she was bracing herself for the answer, as though she had already decided what it needed to be.Rowan remained silent.The seconds stretched unbearably long.His throat felt dry, his heart hammering so loudly he was certain she could hear it. His mind screamed at him to speak, to say something—anything—yet his body refused to obey. Every word he could form felt like a betrayal no matter which direction he turned. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling as though trying to anchor himself to reality.Then suddenly, as if the weight of the moment became too much, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t romantic.It was desperate.His arms wrapped around her firmly, hol
Before he could even finish his sentence, Elisa cut in.“There is a way.”Her voice was calm—too calm—cutting cleanly through the air before Rowan could complete his thought. The sudden interruption startled him, not because of its volume, but because of its certainty. The words carried no doubt, no hesitation, as though she had already reached a conclusion long before he ever voiced his concern.Eager to please her, desperate even, Rowan pulled away slowly, though not completely. One hand remained firm at her waist, anchoring her to him as if letting go entirely might make her disappear or change her mind. He looked down at her, searching her face, his brows drawn together with cautious curiosity.“What way?” he asked gently, his tone careful, encouraging. “What are you talking about?”But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the words that came out of her mouth.She spoke softly, almost childlike, her tone deceptively light, the contrast between her voice and the meaning of h







