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Penulis: I.J Faeoma
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-24 18:13:57

Lashings? She couldn’t possibly mean—

And what the hell was Jake doing here? He was part of this?

I stare, frozen, as Jake’s heavily booted, mud-caked feet step onto the cold metal floor of the container, his gaze carefully avoiding mine.

A helmet dangles from his left arm,

He faces Gratia, standing rigidly like a soldier awaiting orders.

With the light now streaming in from the open door, I finally get a full look at her.

Gratia—draped in a white linen blouse tucked into sharply tailored white pants that somehow remain spotless despite the mud outside. Her wrists are stacked with heavy beads that clink with every small movement. The flashlight is now dangling from her other hand, its beam dancing across the walls. Her raven black hair is pulled back tightly, and her lips are painted a harsh red that makes her smile look even colder.

“I was in the middle of a race,” Jake mutters irritably, shifting the helmet to his other arm. Still, his eyes refuse to meet mine.

“That
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  • POWERLESS   0050

    Lashings? She couldn’t possibly mean— And what the hell was Jake doing here? He was part of this? I stare, frozen, as Jake’s heavily booted, mud-caked feet step onto the cold metal floor of the container, his gaze carefully avoiding mine. A helmet dangles from his left arm, He faces Gratia, standing rigidly like a soldier awaiting orders. With the light now streaming in from the open door, I finally get a full look at her. Gratia—draped in a white linen blouse tucked into sharply tailored white pants that somehow remain spotless despite the mud outside. Her wrists are stacked with heavy beads that clink with every small movement. The flashlight is now dangling from her other hand, its beam dancing across the walls. Her raven black hair is pulled back tightly, and her lips are painted a harsh red that makes her smile look even colder. “I was in the middle of a race,” Jake mutters irritably, shifting the helmet to his other arm. Still, his eyes refuse to meet mine. “That

  • POWERLESS   0049

    “Mum? I’m heading out…. Just though to let you know..”. I trailed off on the bottom of the staircase. No answer. With a sigh, I step out onto the front porch, tucking my hair behind my ear as I glance up at the sky. The clouds are heavy—looks like it’s going to pour soon. The debate in my head won’t stop. Should I meet with Alex or not? Candice would be pissed if she knew, but she doesn’t know him like I do. What really gets under my skin is that Joseph hasn’t bothered to call. Not once. I shake the thought away and start walking down the street, deciding to explore the length of my new neighborhood. I’ll stop at the gas station near the end and hitch a ride from there. I don’t want Alex picking me up here. Not sure why—maybe it’s the weird feeling that Mum might be watching from the window— “Isla!” A deep voice calls out behind me—one I recognize instantly. I spin around and see Drew behind the wheel of a sleek black BMW. He’s turning into my neighborhood, but he doe

  • POWERLESS   0048

    “You only ever call me when you need something,” Candice says, her voice cold. “You didn’t even tell me about the diaries… Now it makes sense why you kept it from me—why you didn’t want me to know your husband killed Nadia.” The words sting. I shut her up with a sharp hiss. “Shhh. He didn’t kill anyone. Don’t you get it? They’re trying to frame him. And Joseph is involved.” My eyes drift out to the street below. I grip the edge of the balcony, the air cool against my skin. I still haven’t gotten over that message from last night—the one I now know was from my twin. I haven’t even responded to Alex’s call. I couldn’t. Not after that. Candice leans back on the balcony rail, arms stretched, her back pressed against the cool metal. Her blonde hair blows around her face in the wind as she looks at me with raised brows. “Right… Joseph. As in your father, right?” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear. “…Right.” “But what does he gain though?” Candice asks, squinting like she

  • POWERLESS   0047

    “You’re being ridiculous. I would have… I would…” I cut him off, anger brimming in me. Forgetting the slight pain that shoots through me as I scramble to my feet, covering myself with my clothes. He was already in his pants, and the look on his face… “You would have what, Alex?” I bite, voice sharp. “It’s not like you ever thought I was worth your while. Is it so shocking that I was a virgin?” He winces at my statement, shoving his hands into his hair, and looks away from me, eyes locked on the fireplace. “I’ll make it up to you,” he says suddenly, turning to look at me again. He winces, like the sight in front of him is something he’s ruined beyond repair. “I’ll give you anything you want…” “I… I don’t want anything from you,” I murmur, voice small. The hurt sits heavy in my chest—the fact that I actually enjoyed it, and now he’s making it seem like he did something terrible. “You can’t possibly not want anything after I’ve just… just ruined you…” He winces again at t

  • POWERLESS   0046

    I know I shouldn’t have stayed. I should have said no the second he asked, but I didn’t. After I agreed, we had lunch in the garden—right by the waterfall I used to sit by when I wanted peace. We barely spoke. I just watched him eat, making sure he cleared his plate before we were done. I didn’t say anything when he reached for my hand and laced his fingers through mine. I didn’t say anything as we walked through the winding path toward the parking lot, the silence stretching long between us. I didn’t say anything as he opened the car door for me, driving us to that cottage he used to frequent with Beatrice. And now—now he’s towering over me, his mouth pressed to my neck, warm and firm. His hands are on me, fingers sliding up to my breasts. It’s already past seven. I flinch when he grabs the hem of my t-shirt, tugging it up to my neck before peeling it off. His mouth latches onto my bare breast almost immediately, kissing it with the kind of hunger that makes my chest ri

  • POWERLESS   0045

    “You fucking bastard,” Drew spits, swaying slightly on unsteady legs. Blood trails from his nose, trickling past his lip as he sucks in a breath. “You think I wouldn’t find out that Beatrice left you for good?” I stand frozen, a wall of shock pressing down on me. Not one fiber in my body moves to help him. He can bleed out for all I care. But Alex… I’m scared for him. Scared of what this means—for his inheritance, his reputation. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex growls. His jaw tightens, fists clenched so hard his knuckles go pale. I step forward, instinctively closing the distance between us. My palms lift to his face. He stills a little at my touch. “Don’t listen to him, darling,” I murmur. He catches on fast, slipping into the performance like a second skin. “He’s just bitter because I wouldn’t entertain him like I used to… back when things between us were a little messy.” Drew laughs, low and bitter. It cracks as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Yo

  • POWERLESS   0044

    “I can explain,” I tried with a low hesitant tone. Alex turned, eyes narrowing as he reached for a black vest and slipped it over his head. “You took your sister’s diaries from the safe, didn’t you?” I didn’t bother denying it. Instead, I drew in a quiet breath, eyes fixed on the window, watching light dance off the trimmed hedges in the estate courtyard. “I had my reasons,” I said, steadier now. “And part of them is why I’m here.” I turned away just in time to avoid seeing him step into his black briefs and sweatpants. My gaze stayed glued to the distant driveway even as my skin prickled with the awareness of him behind me. “Pray tell… and what are your reasons?” “I said I’ll tell you once you eat something,” I replied calmly, motioning to the covered tray on his nightstand. “It’s past breakfast. I’ll ask the staff to make something fresh for you—because that,” I pointed, “is cold.” I added turning to fully gaze at him fully dressed in a black vest and black sweatpants.

  • POWERLESS   0043

    I blinked, snapping back to reality as I stared at the same receptionist who had once led me into this very building when I came to sign the contract. Now she was leaning slightly over the front desk, her expression politely blank, her voice lined with confusion. “What?” I asked again, this time more sharply. I’d called his line earlier, sure. But I’d assumed he was just busy. Not… unavailable. “Did he say why?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even. She squinted at the open file on her desk, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly beneath long lashes. Dressed in a fitted black skirt and matching jacket, her high ponytail was perfectly slicked back—not a single hair out of place. She looked really pretty and professional. “No, ma’am,” she said, looking up again. “He didn’t inform us. We tried contacting him too, but his line isn’t going through.” I folded my arms and tried to act unbothered. “Right. I see…” There was a pause. Then she said, “You’d probably know what’s going

  • POWERLESS   0042

    It would seem my twin was far more crazy than I ever imagined because every single one of her diary entries was laced with obsession. Page after page, she wrote about a man with blue eyes that she’d been stalking. It was night now, and I’d already retreated to bed after a quiet, draining dinner of half-warm noodle soup in the living room. Mom still hadn’t come downstairs. So I did what I always did, left her food at her door without a word. I carried the empty lunch plate back to the kitchen. At least she ate everything. The ceramic gleamed beneath the kitchen light, like it had been licked clean. Somehow, that made me feel better. A little. I felt kinda bad for going over to Alex’s house and… stealing. Well… scratch that. I didn’t steal anything. Not really. Besides, those were things I needed to see, needed to know. Regardless. What I did know now was that Drew was definitely back from Manchester. My accusations to Joseph had started off as pure bluff— But the look that fl

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