LOGINA few days had passed. And strangely enough,With time, I had slowly adjusted to the hollowness of my home. Not completely. Not in a healthy way exactly.But enough that the silence no longer felt shocking every time I woke up. Enough that I stopped jumping at every random sound in the apartment.I had spent most of those days indoors. Completely indoors. No outings. Just me. And the apartment.At some point during the week, I started rearranging the place little by little. Not intentionally at first. It began with moving a pillow. Then adjusting the curtains. Then changing where the lamp stood. And somehow that turned into reorganizing almost everything. I shifted the couch closer to the window.Moved books around. Changed the placement of picture frames. Ordered softer throw blankets online. Candles too. Warm scented ones. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Something comforting, Something that made the apartment feel less emotionally cold. And honestly? The place got cozier by the day.It slowly sto
My eyes flew open suddenly.The sharp ringtone of my phone sliced through the silence of the apartment so abruptly that for a second I didn’t even know where I was.I blinked repeatedly, disoriented.The room was darker now.The soft evening light that had filled the apartment earlier had disappeared, replaced by dim shadows stretching quietly across the walls.I must’ve slept off.I groaned softly and stretched slightly against the bed, my body feeling heavy and stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. One arm was numb beneath me, and my neck ached faintly as I pushed myself upright.The ringtone kept going. I reached blindly toward the bedside table, still half asleep, searching for my phone.The moment my fingers wrapped around it and I looked at the screen, My entire body reacted instantly. My eyes widened sharply.A wave of moisture spread across my skin almost immediately, sudden nervous heat prickling against my arms and neck.The blackmailer.For a second, I just stared at
I decided to do some investigating myself. At this point, waiting around for answers felt useless. Every conversation felt incomplete, every situation half-hidden behind vague statements and careful behavior.And honestly? I was tired of feeling confused. So I grabbed my laptop from the side of the bed and pulled it onto my lap before opening my browser again.For a second, my fingers hovered above the keyboard. Then slowly, I typed:‘Adrian CEO Aurex Media’The name stared back at me from the search bar for a brief moment before I pressed enter. The page loaded quickly. And immediately, photos flooded the screen.Professional photos. Public photos. Adrian smiling at cameras.Adrian shaking hands with politicians and businessmen. Adrian standing confidently on red carpets in expensive suits. Adrian at gala nights, charity events, business conferences.Every image looked polished, Nothing about what I saw screamed accomplice to murder. The kind of perfection rich men built carefully o
The cleaner had finished cleaning almost two hours later. And the difference was immediate. The apartment no longer felt abandoned. It finally looked lived in again. Not fully.Not emotionally.But visually at least, it looked like someone belonged here.The floors were spotless now, reflecting the soft afternoon light coming through the windows. The stale smell that had greeted me earlier was completely gone, replaced with the fresh scent of detergent, lemon disinfectant, and fabric spray.Even the air felt lighter.Breathable.I sat quietly on the couch for a moment, taking it all in while listening to the last few sounds of movement around the apartment.Cabinets closing.Cleaning supplies zipping up.Soft footsteps.The cleaner emerged from the hallway a few seconds later, wiping her hands lightly on a small towel she carried over her shoulder.“All done now, ma’am,” she said with a small smile.I looked around again slowly.She wasn’t exaggerating.The transformation was honestl
My house didn’t look the same anymore.The moment I stepped fully inside, the realization hit me harder than expected.Not because the structure had changed.Not because anything major was different.But because it no longer felt lived in.It felt abandoned.Quiet in a way that made my chest ache slightly. I slowly shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the apartment louder than it should have.Then silence.Complete silence.I stood there for a few seconds without moving, my duffel bag still hanging from my shoulder, my eyes slowly scanning around the living room.Dust.Everywhere.Thin layers of it rested on surfaces I used to touch daily without thinking.The television stand.The shelves.The center table.Even the picture frames looked dull now.Like time had settled on everything while I was gone.I swallowed slowly and stepped further inside.My footsteps felt unfamiliar here now, As if I was walking through someone else’s home instead of mine.I moved toward t
The question kept echoing inside my head over and over again, refusing to settle, refusing to leave me alone. It felt louder each time I asked it. Sharper.More terrifying. Am I living with a killer? The thought alone made my stomach twist violently.I stopped pacing for a second, my breathing uneven, then immediately started moving again because standing still somehow made everything worse. The room suddenly felt smaller than usual, tighter, suffocating almost. Like the walls knew something I didn’t.Like they had been silently watching this entire time. I dragged my hands through my hair roughly, trying to think straight, but my thoughts kept colliding into each other too quickly.No. No, maybe I was overreacting. Maybe there was another explanation. Maybe, But every time I tried to soften the thought, something pulled me right back into it. The strange behavior.The things that weren’t adding up. And suddenly every little detail I had ignored before came rushing back all at once, r
I PICKED UP THE PHONE I was in his room, when his phone rang . The sound cut through the quiet afternoon like a sudden intrusion: sharp, insistent, vibrating against the nightstand where he’d left it charging. The screen lit up with the name: Mavrerick. I stared at the phone as it buzzed again, th
His jaw tightened for a second. I could see the old anger flicker there, brief, muted, but real.“She was in the hospital for a whole year. In and out, mostly in. Tests, infusions, specialists flying in from other cities. I spent half my nights on those shitty vinyl chairs, holding her hand while m
TELL ME ABOUT HER His grip tightened in my hair, still careful, never forcing. and his hips stuttered once, twice. Then he was coming hard, pulsing thick and hot across my tongue. I swallowed around him, milking every spurt until he was shuddering, oversensitive, whispering broken pleas for me to
Adrian’s hands found my breasts in the dark, warm and sure, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, deliberate circles that pulled me straight out of sleep. The room was still heavy with night, curtains drawn tight, only the faint blue glow from the digital clock on his nightstand cutting through







