Mag-log inIt hit him hard, bouncing off his suit, but he barely blinked. "You aren't a father! You're a disgusting, heartless thief! You stole my childhood! You stole my mind! You made me hate myself for years because I thought I was broken!" I kicked a wooden chair with all my strength, sending it crashin
I stared at the empty message box. My fingers began typing. Me: Do whatever you have to with this. If exposing every secret tears the Philadelphia Syndicate apart, then let it. Just, please, get Gio and Perla out of here. They've suffered enough. My thumb stopped. It took me three tries before I c
I defended the man who had tied me to a chair, the man who watched while I screamed, the man who kept bringing me back. "Why!" the word ripped out of me, "Why!" I hit the floor again, hard enough that pain exploded through my hand. "I did everything! I listened! I tried! I was good!" Everything.
Dad knew. He had known for two years. He knew Dr. Vance had lied. He knew the research had never proved anything. He knew the foundation of everything they had built together had fallen apart. My chest hurt. I looked around the room, the shelves, the files, the recordings, the photographs. The chi
It... It worked? I picked up another report, almost afraid to breathe. Every conclusion sounded almost identical. "Reading deficits resolved." "Cognitive function restored." "Patient discharged with no remaining evidence of dyslexia." Hope burst inside my chest so suddenly it almost hurt, just
Another violent convulsion tore through Giovanni's body. The restraints dug into his skin. His head snapped backward. Blood appeared where one of the sensors had torn free. "Stop it!" My voice echoed through the hidden room. On the screen, Dr. Vance finally moved but still not toward Giovanni, tow
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho
She didn't just stop, she recoiled. She looked over her shoulder, "What are you doing here, Raphael?" I didn't answer right away. I let my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way her blouse was still slightly wrinkled from my hands, the way she looked ready to bolt. I jerked my chin toward the black







