LOGINTysonThe whiskey burns all the way down my throat. I don’t even flinch. It doesn’t burn enough. Nothing burns enough anymore.I stare at the amber liquid swirling inside my glass before pouring another generous measure. The bottle is almost empty. I vaguely remember opening it sometime this afternoon.Or was it yesterday?The days have begun blending together.Sleep rarely comes, and when it does, it brings nightmares instead of rest. Every time I close my eyes, I see Naya reaching for me. Sometimes she’s screaming my name while invisible hands drag her into darkness. Other times she’s standing in the middle of the forest, covered in blood, looking at me with disappointment in her eyes.The dream always ends the same way. I never reach her. The glass touches my lips again, but before I can drink, someone snatches it from my hand. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.Aiden.He places the glass on the opposite side of my desk and folds his arms across his chest.“I’ve had enough
NayaMy father didn’t sweat after slapping me, again. Instead, he folds his hands behind his back and nods toward the prisoner hanging from the chains.“Continue.”My stomach twists.The guards move again. One grabs the prisoner’s hair and jerks his head backward. Another drives a fist into his ribs.The man’s scream bounces off the stone walls.I shut my eyes.“Look at him.”Tom’s voice slices through the room.I don’t move.“I said…” His tone hardens. “…look.”Slowly, I force my eyes open. The prisoner is barely conscious now. Blood runs from his nose, one eye is swollen shut. His breathing comes in short, painful gasps.“I won’t help you,” I whisper.Tom smiles faintly. “You misunderstand.” He walks toward the prisoner. “I don’t need your help.”He stops directly in front of the man.“I only need you to learn. Know when he’s lying and when he’s about to break.”The words send a chill through me. Another punch lands.The prisoner groans. “I’ll tell you…” His voice is barely audible.
NayaI leave Tom’s study with my cheek still burning from where he slapped me.The pain doesn’t bother me nearly as much as the words he throws at me before I walk out. They cling to me like smoke, refusing to disappear no matter how many times I tell myself they’re lies.Your mother never wanted you, I begged her to keep you. I laugh bitterly as I climb the staircase toward my room.He’s a manipulator. That’s what he does. He studies people until he finds the one lie capable of hurting them the most, then he throws it at them and waits for it to grow roots.Well, it won’t work on me.My mother is the only person who has never lied to me.She is the woman who wraps me in blankets whenever I get sick. The woman who pretends she isn’t hungry so I can have the last piece of bread. The woman who spends nights sewing torn clothes by candlelight because buying new ones is a luxury we can never afford. That woman doesn’t wake up one morning and decide she doesn’t want her child.No. I know m
NayaI spend the rest of the day trying to convince myself that the maid is lying. She has to be. There is simply no other explanation. Every word she says keeps replaying in my head, refusing to leave me alone.Your mother comes and goes whenever she wishes. Mr. Tom has never stopped her.No.That doesn’t make any sense. My mother stood in that forest with a knife pressed against her throat. She cried when she saw me. She begged me to listen to her. None of that could have been fake.Could it?I shake my head so hard my temples begin to ache.No.She isn’t capable of something like that, she is my mother. She is the woman who skips meals just to make sure I have enough to eat. The woman who stays awake through the night whenever I have a fever. The woman who works until her hands crack open because she refuses to let me go hungry.That woman would never help someone kidnap me, never. So there has to be another explanation. Maybe the maid doesn’t know the truth. Maybe Tom only allows
NayaThe ride back to the mansion is unbearably quiet.No one says a word. Not Tom. Not the guards. Not even my mother.She sits across from me inside the black SUV, her hands folded neatly on her lap, staring out the window as though the passing trees are far more interesting than the daughter she hasn’t seen in years.I steal glances at her every few seconds.She’s real.I keep reminding myself of that because my mind still refuses to believe it. I spent years mourning her. I blamed myself for leaving her behind that night. I carried the weight of abandoning her like a stone tied around my neck, and now she’s sitting less than three feet away from me.Alive.I should be asking her a thousand questions.Why didn’t she come looking for me? Why did she stay with Tom? Did she ever try to escape? Did she think I was dead?Instead, neither of us speaks.The silence stretches all the way back to the mansion, growing heavier with every passing mile. When the gates finally slide open, my st
NayaThe energy surrounding me flickers wildly, as though the forest itself senses the storm raging inside my chest.Mom.No… That can’t be possible. I watch her die.I remember every second of that night with painful clarity. I remember the sound of fists pounding against our front door. I remember the terror in her eyes as she shoved me toward the back exit. I remember her voice trembling as she begged me to run.“Don’t look back, Naya. Just run.” That was what she said before she stop breathing.I obey. I hate myself for obeying. That memory has haunted me for years.I still remember reaching the edge of the woods before turning around. Flames had already begun swallowing our little home. Now she’s standing only a few yards away.Alive and breathing.Looking at me with tear-filled eyes while Tom presses a knife against her throat.My heart pounds so violently that it hurts. “No…” The word barely escapes my lips. “No… you’re not real.”I shake my head violently. No, he’s trying to t
His fingers brush my wrist and everything Stops.It’s like a shock runs through me. Not painful. Just… overwhelming. My breath catches, my body goes still, and for a split second, the world narrows down to that single point of contact.What the hell was that?He pulls back like he’s been burned. Hi
I think I fainted again I regain consciousness at the same time I feel a hand brush mine, but when I open my eyes, Alpha is standing a little far from me, looking as if he is ready to cut off my neck.He frowns. “You really fainted. You were not pretending. I could taste your fear and confusion.”
I woke up in a bed, surrounded by three big men. They are all huge. I pretend as if I am still unconscious.A voice booms beside me. “Open your eyes, spy. We can tell you’re awake.”I open my eyes to glare at the speaker. A tall blond man who looks about thirty-four. “You don’t need to be so loud,
Chapter TwoAs much as I would love to get myself some buzz, I can’t do that with my state of unemployment. I hardly get drunk, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me to that state. Lucky me, nothing ever works my way. Back when my mum was still alive, she used to tell me I am wasting my time trying







