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Author: I.J Faeoma
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 08:58:05
The substance celeste injected into me must be messing with my mind… hallucinations, maybe. That’s the only explanation for what I’m seeing.

Because there’s no way I’m actually at Alex’s estate. But my brain… it’s trying to convince me otherwise. I see myself stumbling down the grand staircase of the Blackwood mansion, the marble steps spinning under my feet.

I feel the impact. Every roll. Every slam against the cold stone.

Above me, the chandelier twinkles like stars through my half-closed eyes. There’s shouting—someone’s screaming, but the sound comes in waves, distorted like it’s floating underwater.

Then there’s something wet. Lodged between my thighs.

I blink, and Lucy’s face is hovering above mine. What the hell?

She looks… different. Her cheeks are rounder, her hair cut short and blunt around her jawline. She’s staring at me, her brows pinched in worry.

Why is she in my dream? Why does it feel so real?

I groan and drag my hand down between my thighs. My fingers t
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  • POWERLESS   0065

    The last time I came to Paris, it had been on my private jet. Beatrice had begged me to bring her for some fashion show, and it hadn’t ended well. Today, I’m here not as the heir to Blackwood Corporation, but as a fugitive. A man hunted. And yet—for the right reasons. We’d ditched the ship after several stops along different docks. I’d even accepted Jake’s offer to shave, though my stubble is already creeping back in, rough and uneven across my jawline. Every time I catch my reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror of this place, it stares back at me like a man I don’t recognize. “Take me to her,” I demand for the seventeen-hundredth time since he holed me up in this stale motel on the rough side of Paris with only Isla’s photo to keep me company and reassured. The stench of mildew clings to the walls. The sheets feel older than the building itself, scratchy and damp. I can’t stop pacing, my boots thudding against the uneven floorboards. News of my little prison escape has a

  • POWERLESS   0064

    To say I’m shocked is an understatement. Orbot wasn’t even present when I got tried. For some reason, I believed he had ditched me like everyone else. But to see him here, in the flesh—putting his life at risk for my sake—it’s a lot to swallow. I stay silent as he works the wheel, knuckles tight, while the shrill cry of sirens pierces the night. “This won’t cut it,” Jake mutters, twisting around in his seat. Fear etches itself into his features. “They’re gaining on us. Only way we lose them is if we dive into the woods.” I don’t even have time to answer. A deafening crack splits the air, and the car jerks as the side mirror shatters. Glass explodes inward, glittering shards raining over us. “Into the woods, now!” He shouts, his hand darting for the wheel. Another shot slams into the rear of the car, and I duck instinctively as the back window bursts, fragments slicing the air. Orbot isn’t fast enough though as a shard slices into his neck. “Shit!” he cries out, swe

  • POWERLESS   0063

    I’m a fool. That’s what I tell myself as I pop the pill into my mouth and slide onto my cell bed. I shouldn’t even believe this Jake dude, but the thought of not seeing Isla… he said she’d been wiped clean of her memory. I have to see her for myself. My thoughts pause when a strange tightening sensation grips my throat. Gasping, I rattle the cell doors, but the stupid guards are nowhere in sight. It’s the pills working through my system. The force drags me to the floor. Fuck. “Mr. Blackwood!” “Blackwood’s down! Robin, get over here! He’s seizing!” Boots slam against the floor. Keys rattle. Someone curses under their breath. The heavy door bangs open, and rough hands roll me onto my side. “Keep him steady!” a guard shouts. “I’m trying! Get the stretcher!” another yells back. The sound of the door clanging shut fades under the chaos as I’m lifted up. Everything happens so quickly I don’t realize I’m passing out until I hit the brink of darkness. ~~ “About t

  • POWERLESS   0062

    PRESENT DAY ALEXANDER’S POV “Mr. Blackwood, you have a visitor,” the stubby guard calls from outside my cell. Five months ago, I was arrested for the supposed death of Nadia—and for the death of Isla. “Never thought I’d see you behind bars, Mr. Blackwood. How’s the world been treating you?” Walking to the visitors’ area, my fists chained behind me, I look up to see a man I don’t recognize. He’s lounging on the bench with a smirk, forearms littered with dark tattoos that snake beneath his sleeves. “Who the fuck are you?” I snap. “Now don’t get feisty with me, Mr. Blackwood. There are cameras everywhere.” He gestures lazily toward the corners of the dim room where red lights blink. I’m not having it. With a sigh, he motions for me to sit. I stay standing. “Fine. Suit yourself. I’m here to help you. I can get you out of here.” Great. Another fraud trying to bleed me dry. Since my arrest, at least twenty so-called saviors have come through, each promising freedom. “

  • POWERLESS   0061

    If I wasn’t so agitated, I’d probably take a second to be grateful that Gratia never came back to my estate. I’d be a fool to think she ever planned to make peace. She didn’t waste time filing a case against me. “We’re here, sir. You sure you don’t want me to come along with you?” “That won’t be necessary, Orbot. I need you out here to stand guard and watch the car. Alert me if you notice anything suspicious.” I don’t wait for his reply. I step out of the car, eyes immediately adjusting to the brown cobblestone walls of my father’s massive mansion in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. With the sun already down, the lights from the towering lampposts lined around the property cast a bright glow across the path, highlighting the rich cobbles and the massive gothic-style gate ahead. I know the surroundings like the back of my hand. I practically grew up here. This house was a gift to my mum, but after she passed, Theodore didn’t hesitate to hand it over to his whiny new wife. The

  • POWERLESS   HEITUS NOTICE BUT NOT ABANDONED

    Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

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