MasukMerlin’s chest rose and fell heavily as he struggled against the ropes binding his hands behind the chair. The veins in his neck stood out from the effort, sweat running down his face despite the cold air in the abandoned building. His fingers worked desperately, twisting, pulling, forcing against the tight knot that had dug painfully into his skin for too long.Then suddenly, there was a slight shift.The rope loosened.His eyes widened.Hope flashed through them like lightning.With one final pull, he slipped his hands free.“Diana,” Merlin called out immediately, his voice hoarse from the strain, breathing hard as he pushed himself up from the chair.Diana was still frozen where she stood, the detonator clutched tightly in her trembling hands. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, unfocused, her entire body locked in the terrifying weight of the decision she believed she had to make.“Diana!” Merlin called again, louder this time.Her fingers twitched slightly.She turned slowly toward
Diana’s breath came fast and uneven as she took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Merlin tied helplessly to the chair in the middle of the abandoned building. The dim light flickered above them, casting unstable shadows that made the scene look even more terrifying than it already was.Her heart pounded violently against her chest.There was a bomb strapped tightly around Merlin’s torso.Wires ran across it in tangled loops, blinking lights flashing red at intervals that felt like a countdown to something irreversible. Even without hearing it clearly, she could sense the ticking, steady, cold, merciless.“Merlin…” she called again, her voice softer now, breaking under the weight of fear and desperation.She began to move toward him.Each step felt heavier than the last, like the ground itself was trying to hold her back. Her body trembled, but she didn’t stop. Her mind had already made one decision, she wasn’t leaving him there.But Merlin shook his head immediately.His eyes widen
Diana 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
The door to Diana's apartment opened slowly, and the familiar scent of clean sheets, books, and quiet welcomed her back like an old friend. Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, warming the room just enough to make it feel alive again, to chase away the shadows that had gathered in h
“Hm?” Emma said, tilting her head and leaning a little closer to Selena. The classroom was still noisy, filled with the low hum of children chatting, chairs scraping lightly on the floor, and the teacher arranging books at the front. The sounds seemed to swallow Selena’s voice halfway. “What’d yo
Diana smiled.It was not the kind of smile that came from happiness or relief. It was thin, restrained, the sort that formed when someone had finally exhausted every emotion they were supposed to feel. Her shoulders were relaxed, her spine straight, her eyes steady as they met Lauren’s.“You’re re
"Mr. Golding."The sudden voice cut through the quiet of the study, sharp enough to make Henry's hand freeze mid-air. His fingers were already curled around the edge of the document inside the manila envelope, the paper slightly pulled out. He paused.Slowly, he turned his head.Mrs. Willis, the




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