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Chapter 9: Before the storm
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2026-05-02 01:43:18
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Marcelo’s POVThe door clicks shut behind me.I stay where I am for a second, just listening.The first gunshot comes from somewhere deeper in the house — sharp, clean. Then another, closer. I tilt my head without thinking. There’s no scatter to it, no desperation. Whoever pulled that trigger knew exactly what they were doing.Someone is inside my house.The thought lands without drama. I look back at the door.Elena.She’ll stay put. She knows better then to test me twice in one night.I head for the stairs.By the time I step onto the first one, the house has already begun to shift into something darker. Gunfire, shouting, the heavy thud of bodies against furniture. My men are in it, but the way the attack is moving — the angles, the timing — this wasn’t thrown together. Someone planned this.I don’t run. Running makes you sloppy.One of my guards tried to stop me on the staircase, starts saying something but I walk past him without acknowledging a word. I do not need explanations w
Possessing her Shadows Chapter 9: Before the storm
“Elena” he murmured, the sound of his voice vibrated through my body, he came closer until the heat of his body enveloped me as he drew closer, hovering above me. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb tracing the curve of my jaw with possessive intent.“You think you can play me for a fool?”he muttered. His words cut into me, branding me guilty, as though I were the criminal before him. As though I was his enemy. As though I were actually Elena. But Marcelo didn’t know me. He didn’t know Rae. Rae’s world and Marcelo’s were never meant to collide, yet here I was, wearing the face of his enemy to atone for her sins.I was on the verge of breaking. His relentlessness made me want to protest, to shove him away—but doing so will only unleash his cruelty, putting my life at risk. A million thoughts raced through my mind and one of them was to reveal the dangerous truth to him, which was the worst thought I had. Rae’s life—my life— meant nothing to him. He would discard it without a second thoug
Possessing her Shadows Chapter 8: The last protest
(Rae’s POV)The floor was cold. Hard against my knees. I couldn’t feel my hands anymore, only the pulse pounding so loudly in my head I swore it might split me in two.Marcelo was gone. Out there, chasing after the maid who’d seen too much.I curled in tighter, arms wrapped around myself, and tried to breathe, but every inhale only dragged the memory of his voice, that thunder in his tone when he’d demanded my phone.If she hadn’t walked in—If she hadn’t gasped—If she hadn’t run—What would he have done to me?The question looped in my head, poisoning every corner of my thoughts. I could still feel where he’d yanked me upright, my scalp aching, my throat raw from begging.I shivered and glanced at the bed.That bed.This was still the first night, I’d made a promise to myself. I wasn’t going to touch it. I wasn’t here to stay. Refusing the bed was my protest, the last thin line of rebellion I had. I would sleep on the floor if I had to. My body might be trapped here, but my spirit…
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Elena’s POV “Now survive. Play the role. Or drown.”The words purred off my tongue like a spell before I cut the call. I stared at the phone a moment longer, watching the call icon vanish as the line went dead. My reflection smirked back at me from the dark glass, lips curling like a satisfied predator.Did I regret it? The question almost made me laugh. Regret? No. There was nothing to regret. Not when it was either me or her. Not when survival was on the line. Regret was for people with luxuries like family, people who had someone to run to and cry when the world kicked them in the teeth. Me? I’d been running alone my entire life.And Rae Rossi? Poor, sweet Rae was nothing but a sacrificial lamb offered up to Marcelo’s altar of wrath, the big bad wolf.I leaned back on the velvet sofa, crossing my legs. The wine glass in my hand caught the soft amber light, red liquid swirling lazily. I took a slow sip, savoring the taste, savoring the moment. Freedom. Sweet bloody freedom.For the
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The glow of my phone was the only light in the room. It made my eyes sting, but I couldn’t look away—not when Elena’s name had just flashed across the screen.God, I didn’t even want to see her name anymore. My stomach twisted just reading it. But my finger swiped before I could stop myself, and her words lit up the screen.“Rae, Marcelo isn’t who you think he is.”I barely registered it. I didn’t care who Marcelo was or wasn’t. I didn’t care if he’d been shaped by tragedy, or if Elena wanted to spin some sob story to excuse him. None of that mattered. My chest was a cage, my ribs felt like iron bars, and all I wanted—all I needed—was a way out.My thumbs flew, urgent and desperate.“Elena. Please. You promised me one night. Just one. Get a driver. Take me home. I’ve done enough.”The typing dots blinked. Vanished. Blinked again. I held my breath, praying she’d say yes, that she’d have some shred of decency left in her.Her reply hit like a slap.“Stay calm. Play your part until tomor
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The room smelled faintly of wine and dust, the kind of damp heaviness that seeps into your lungs until it feels like you’ve been breathing regret itself. The shards of broken glass still lay scattered across the floor where Marcelo had cornered me hours ago, jagged little reminders of how reckless I’d been, how far I’d fallen. I stayed curled up in the far corner of the room, knees to my chest, as if shrinking small enough could make me invisible.The bed loomed in front of me, neatly made, sheets too pristine, like some cruel joke. I refused to sit there. Beds were for guests. Beds were for people who belonged. I wasn’t here to stay. I wasn’t here to sleep. I was here because I was trapped.I stared down at my phone, hands trembling, eyes swollen from crying. My call log was a graveyard of unanswered attempts—Elena, Elena, Elena—each one mocking me with its silence. Dozens of texts sent into the void, delivered but never replied to. My chest ached with a betrayal I still couldn’t wra
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