AzaleaThe hatred in Chiara’s eyes was real and terrifying. In that moment, I realized with growing horror that she wasn’t here to rescue me. She was here because she saw me as a threat to her relationship with Leo.She had no idea what kind of monster she was engaged to.“Tell me,” she snapped, her voice rising as she grabbed the hem of my dress. “Why should I believe a single word that comes out of your lying mouth, bitch?”“Please, Chiara, just listen to me,” I begged, trying to stay calm. “Leo is not who you think he is. He’s a monster. He kidnapped me and threatened to hurt my sister if I didn’t cooperate.”“You expect me to believe that?” she yelled, pushing me hard against the wall. Her eyes were filled with rage as she glared at me. “You’re just making excuses because you got caught!”I could see the pain behind her anger. She really loved him, and she thought I had betrayed her.“I told you everything about him,” she continued, her voice breaking slightly. “I showed you his p
AzaleaThe door clicked shut. I stayed frozen on the floor, with my knees pressed against the cold marble tiles and my arms hanging limp at my sides. My breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps.My entire body trembled, not from the chill in the air-conditioned room, but from the terror that had settled deep into my bones.Emily. Her family. Amira.His words echoed in my mind.Emily and her family died because of you.I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to hold my shattered heart together. I wanted to scream, to rage, to deny it all, but the sound died in my throat.Was it true? Had innocent people died simply because I existed? Because I’d somehow stumbled into Cassian’s—no, Leo’s—twisted game?I didn’t know how long I knelt there, lost in a storm of guilt and fear, but at some point, I dragged myself to the bed and curled into the smallest shape I could make. I clutched a pillow against me like it could shield me from the memories clawing their way in.Leo had lied about ever
Azalea“Consider yourself lucky, honey,” he beamed. He was still talking to me when someone knocked on the door.“Come in,” he called, instantly switching back to his composed businessman persona.“Mr. Caelian,” a man in a white coat said as he entered. A doctor.“Come here,” Cassian commanded me.When I didn’t move, he added, “I guess my previous punishment wasn’t clear enough.”The threat in his voice made me scramble to my feet and move to his side. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him like I was a dog.“Good girl,” he said when I obeyed. “Sit.”“What are you still waiting for, Doctor Lucian? Attend to me now.”The doctor worked in silence, cleaning and bandaging the wound I’d given Cassian. I watched, wondering if I should feel guilty for hurting him. I didn’t.“I will take my leave, sir.”“Thank you, Dr. Lucian,” Cassian stated when the man finished. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”After the doctor left, the room fell into an oppressive silence. I f
AzaleaI drifted in and out of consciousness, floating in a sea of black nothing. Sometimes voices reached me through the darkness, muffled and distant.Sometimes I felt hands moving me, lifting me, but I couldn’t respond. My body felt disconnected from my mind.When thoughts managed to form, they came in broken fragments. Cassian’s warm smile when he first asked me out for coffee. Chiara’s face when she showed me their photo.The fake mother’s voice asking for more money. His strong hands forcing the chloroform-soaked cloth over my mouth and nose.I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or dying. Maybe both. Maybe this was what I deserved for being foolish enough to believe his lies.*Cold. Everything was so cold.I tried to move, but my arms felt like they were made of lead. When I finally managed to open my eyes, gray morning light filtered through expensive curtains. The world tilted dangerously as I attempted to sit up, and waves of nausea crashed over me.Where was I? This question r
AzaleaPain lived in my bones now. In my lungs. In the space behind my eyes.I hated everything. My stupid heart for believing him. My stupid brain for trusting him. My stupid body for missing him even now.I wanted to tell Chiara the truth. That her perfect fiancé was a liar, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.I finally understood. Chiara was the woman who had been calling me. Screaming at me and called me a home-wrecker.And she was right about me. I was the other woman. The stupid, blind other woman. A fool who didn’t even realize she was being used the entire time.“I hate this,” I whispered to the empty alley, before forcing myself to stand. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. “I hate everything about my life right now.”Just when I was still thinking this, my phone buzzed. I wiped my tears away before taking my phone out of my bag.I ignored my calls after knowing it was Cassian. No, I should call him Leo.I watched it ring. Ring. Ring.Then I hung
Azalea Next Morning The next morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was just because Cassian was away and I had to meet Chiara today. But something felt wrong. At work, I couldn’t focus on anything. Every time my phone made a sound, my heart jumped. I hoped it would be Cassian calling, but there were no calls or texts from him at all, not even a “good morning” message. This wasn’t like him at all. I tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. I told myself not to worry too much. Maybe his plane was already in the air. Maybe he was busy with his boss. But I couldn’t stop the bad feeling growing inside me. That evening, I called Chiara. “Where do you want to meet?” I asked. “Come to the cafe near the old bookstore, Silver Bloom. Do you know it?” “I do. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” I dressed in simple clothes, not wanting people to notice me. I didn’t know why, but something about this meeting made me feel lik