ANMELDENDiana approached the door of the small apartment slowly, her steps growing heavier with every inch she covered. The building looked old, almost forgotten, with faded paint peeling off the walls and a narrow corridor that smelled faintly of dust and damp wood. The silence around the place felt unsettling, not peaceful, just empty in a way that made her instincts restless.Before she could knock, the door opened.Edith stepped out hurriedly, her hands trembling the moment she saw Diana standing there. Her eyes looked swollen, like she had been crying for a long time, and her lips shook slightly as she reached out and grabbed Diana’s hand.“Diana,” she said, her voice breaking as she held her tightly, almost desperately. “You’re here. Hurry. I need you, please. He slipped and broke his right leg and arm. He won’t go to the hospital. He keeps saying he’d rather die than go there.”The words came out heavy, almost choking her. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes again as she tried
Moments later, that same night, the quiet calm they had stolen did not last.Merlin’s car tore through the empty road at a dangerous speed, the engine roaring like a beast unleashed. The tires screeched sharply against the asphalt as he made a sharp turn, the sound cutting through the silence of the night like a warning. Streetlights flashed past them in blurs of yellow and white, their glow stretching and disappearing almost instantly as the vehicle sped forward.Behind them, two black SUVs followed relentlessly.Their headlights burned brightly in the darkness, closing the distance with frightening determination.Diana turned slightly in her seat, her fingers gripping the edge of the door as she glanced into the side mirror. Her heart tightened instantly at what she saw.“They’re still there,” she said, her voice quick and tense, her eyes fixed on the reflection. “Merlin, they’re on our heels.”Merlin didn’t turn to look. His gaze remained locked on the road ahead, sharp and calc
She slowly removed her hand from his grip, her fingers slipping out of his hold with quiet finality, as though she was drawing a line he could no longer cross. “Henry, I’ve never forgotten our years together even though those moments were rather forced,” she said, her voice calm but heavy with meaning. Her eyes stayed on him, not avoiding, not trembling, just steady in a way that made her words sink deeper. “But what’s past is past. We can’t go back, and I’ve already—”“Stop.” He cut her off sharply, his voice low but firm, almost like he was afraid of what she would say next if she continued. He reached for her hand again, this time faster, holding it as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please—”“Sir,” Martins’ voice broke into the moment as he rushed in, urgency written all over his face. He didn’t wait for permission before stepping closer, his eyes flickering briefly toward Diana before returning to Henry. “Company trouble.” He leaned in and whispered someth
“Diana,” he said, moving closer, his voice softer now, almost pleading, as though gentleness could undo years of damage. “I know you still love me. Come with me.” Without waiting for her response, he took her hand firmly and began to lead her away against her will. Diana resisted at first, her steps dragging slightly against the polished floor, her brows drawn together in quiet anger. But Henry didn't slow down. His fingers wrapped around hers like a chain, and though she could pull away if she truly fought him, something in her held back, not submission, but exhaustion. Shortly after, they arrived at his mansion. The large iron gates had already been opened before the car even came to a full stop, as though the entire house had been waiting for this moment. The guards, two tall men dressed in black suits with blank expressions, stepped forward immediately and opened the doors for them with silent efficiency.The house stood tall and imposing, its bright lights casting long refl
Henry stood there for a moment longer, watching her in silence, as though gathering the courage he had spent years slowly losing. The space between them felt heavier than the distance it occupied. It wasn't just a few steps; it was years of pain, years of silence, years of things that had been left unsaid for so long they had calcified into something permanent.Slowly, he rose from where he had been standing and began to walk toward her.Each step was careful. Measured. As though he was afraid the slightest wrong movement might shatter whatever fragile thing still existed between them — if anything did at all.Diana sat quietly on the bench, her body still, her gaze fixed somewhere ahead of her. The faint glow of the evening lights reflected softly against her face, casting her in a warmth that her expression did not share. There was no anger in the set of her jaw. Only a quiet sadness that had long since settled into her bones and made itself at home there. He got closer.Close
‘Henry, you’re the one who hurt me the most.’The words echoed loudly inside Diana’s mind, so sharp and clear that it felt like she had actually spoken them aloud.Her eyes widened slightly as she stared at him, the emotions inside her rising fast and uncontrollable.Rage, pain, betrayal, everything tangled together into something heavy and suffocating.Her chest tightened as memories rushed in without permission. Everything he had done, everything he had taken from her, everything she had endured in silence came crashing back at once.And now he stood there, looking at her like he had done something worth praising.“Diana,” he called softly.His voice was gentle. Too gentle. It irritated her more than anger would have.“Not pleased?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as though he genuinely expected her to smile at what she had just seen.She didn’t answer. Not even a single word.She just stared at him.Her face was hard now, expressionless, but her eyes betrayed everything. They
“She used to beg to pour us wine,” Mabel whispered to her mother as she leaned closer to Rosa, her voice low but sharp enough to carry venom. Her eyes never left Diana, who sat calmly with her glass in hand, her posture relaxed, her expression unreadable. “What is wrong with her?”“Who knows,” Ros
The phone continued ringing on the lab table, vibrating insistently against the smooth white surface. It rang once. Twice. Then again, refusing to be ignored, demanding attention with each shrill tone. The sharp sound cut through the low hum of machines, the faint whir of ventilation systems circ
Both Linda and Merlin hugged Diana tightly, their excitement spilling over without restraint, without concern for the watching eyes around them. "Diana, this is huge," Linda said the moment they pulled apart, her eyes shining brightly with unshed tears of joy. "Nobela worthy, ah!" She laughed loud
Henry hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen of his phone. The device felt heavier than usual in his hand, as though weighted by something more than its physical form. Selena stood close to him now, her small hands gripping the edge of the couch cushion, her eyes fixed on his







