LOGINDante rushed to his mother, quickly setting little Mark down.
“Mum, what’s wrong? Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked desperately. “We… we need to go to the hospital. Now!” “Why? What happened?” Dante’s voice trembled with anxiety. “Because…” she stuttered, her hands shaking. “Because it was Ann who took the car!” Dante froze, stunned. “But Mum I saw Zara start the car with my own eyes.” “I don’t know what happened,” she whispered helplessly. “But it’s Ann… my child… who got into the accident instead of that woman and her child. It’s my daughter who is barely alive instead of her…” Zara had already sensed something, but hearing the full truth made her legs weaken. She didn’t speak. She just stared at them in horror. Who were these people? How cruel could they be… to plan an accident for their own blood? Dante turned to Bella, who looked sad not because of guilt, but because only Ann had been hurt, not Zara like they had planned. “Bella, go home. I’ll call you,” he said coldly. He then helped his mother up and rushed to the hospital completely ignoring Zara, who stood frozen, gripping Lilly’s tiny hands tightly. Zara tried to stay strong, fighting back tears, but it was too much to bear. When she finally looked at Lilly, she thought the child hadn’t understood. But to her shock, Lilly’s eyes were filled with tears. “Lilly…” Zara whispered, kneeling beside her. “Mum…” Lilly’s little voice trembled. “Grandma wanted us to get into an accident… like in those movies.” Zara’s heart shattered. “No… sweetheart, that’s not what you heard,” she tried to deny it, desperate to protect her. But Lilly burst into tears. “I heard her! She said she wanted us to die! Is Granny… a bad person? They don’t like us… do they, Mum?” Zara finally broke down. Every day she had endured humiliation, pain, and torment just so her daughter would never know the darkness of this family. But now Lilly knew everything. Pulling her daughter into a tight embrace, Zara cried with her. “We’re leaving,” she whispered fiercely, hugging Lilly as they both sobbed. “We’re leaving… and we’re never coming back.” They stood frozen in horror when they finally saw Ann unconscious, her legs and arms badly injured. Tubes ran across her fragile body, machines beeping steadily beside her. “Dante…” Margaret whispered, her voice trembling. “How did this happen?” “Mum… I I don’t know,” Dante choked out, pain filling his chest. “I just pray she survives this… that’s all I want.” Margaret let out a long, shaky sigh. “And Dante… listen carefully. No matter what happens, you must never tell her the truth. If she ever finds out what we did… she will never forgive us.” Dante swallowed hard and nodded silently. Moments later, the doctor entered the room. “We’ve completed the examination,” he said. “According to the police report, the car had no brakes. It was a total mechanical failure.” The guilty duo shared a silent, heavy breath of relief. “But thank God,” the doctor continued, “she didn’t lose much blood, and her vital signs are stable. She will live. However… her legs have taken severe damage. She may take a very long time to walk again… or she may never walk again.” Margaret felt something tear inside her chest. Dante dragged a shaky hand down his face, guilt burning deeper into his soul. After the doctor left, Margaret broke down, hugging Dante tightly. “I’m so sorry, my child…” she whispered to Ann from a distance, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You weren’t meant to suffer this. This wasn’t for you. It was meant for that useless Zara and her brat!” She cursed Zara bitterly, as if Zara were the cause of everything and not their own cruelty. “Mum,” Dante said suddenly. “Zara heard everything earlier. What if she reports us?” Margaret’s eyes widened, then hardened coldly. “She won’t,” she snapped. “She knows what I’m capable of. Let her try we will deal with her later. Just hearing her name irritates me.” Dante nodded silently, defeated. That night, the two of them remained in the hospital, sitting in silence beside Ann’s bed haunted by guilt, fear, and the consequences of their own wickedness. In the morning, after returning from the hospital to freshen up, Dante and Margaret stepped into the living room only to freeze. Zara stood there, a suitcase by her side, her face pale but determined. She wasn’t crying anymore. Her silence spoke louder than any scream. Lilly stood beside her, clutching Zara’s hand tightly, fear still lingering in her eyes.Lilly stood outside the door and told herself she was not nervous.She knocked.Elliot opened it — looked at her, registered that she was pretty, and produced the particular smirk of someone filing information away for later use.“Hi. I’m Lilly. Zane’s tutor. I came to see him.”“Come in, come in.” He stepped aside with the easy hospitality of someone who considers all visitors equally welcome regardless of context. “Stay here — I’ll have him downstairs in a minute.”She stepped inside and looked around.Trophies everywhere. On shelves, on surfaces, lined up with the casual abundance of people who win things so regularly they’ve stopped finding places to put them. Hockey gear. Photographs. The comfortable disorder of a house shared by people who spend most of their time elsewhere.“Hi.”She turned.A girl stood a few feet away — slightly boyish in her style, sharp-eyed, looking at Lilly with the direct assessing gaze of someone who makes it their business to know things.Is this Jade?
Saturday?” Lilly asked.“Practice,” Zane said, settling himself on the counter with the easy comfort of someone who considers every surface a valid seat.“Today?”“Evening practice.”“Thursday?”“Practice.”“Friday?”“Music classes.” He looked at her. “See — we’re both busy. This is going to be harder to arrange than I thought.”Lilly came around the counter and stood in front of him. “So when exactly—”“Sunday,” he said. “My place.”She looked at him. “Your place? What if your girlfriend walks in?”“Girlfriend.” He said the word the way one might say a word in a foreign language they don’t speak. “That is genuinely not in my vocabulary. I don’t do that.” He paused. “And yes, it has to be my place — because the person we need to convince lives nearby and she needs to see it with her own eyes.”“Who?”“My best friend’s younger sister. Jade.” He said the name with the particular weight of someone explaining a complicated force of nature. “She runs information on this campus better than
Zane’s POV“Open.”Blade pushed the door before he’d finished the word, which was exactly what Blade always did.“What do you want, man?”“Am I not allowed in my best friend’s room?” Blade dropped against the door frame. “Your father came by earlier. Didn’t find you. Said pick up his calls.”Zane’s jaw tightened. “If it’s about my father, you can leave. Right now.”“Man, you can’t keep running from—”“Blade.” His voice was quiet and completely final. “We have been through this more times than I can count. I am tired of having it. Please.”Blade held up both hands. “Fine. I give up.” He paused at the door. “Your girlfriend is downstairs by the way.”“You know I don’t date.”“Okay — your situationship. Rue.”Something in Zane’s expression shifted. “Rue? It’s been a minute.” He got up. “Tell her I’m coming down.”Blade left. Zane followed.Downstairs, Rue crossed the room the moment she saw him, arms going straight around his neck, warm and familiar.“I missed you,” she said.“Oh really.
She was late.Not catastrophically late — just enough to push open the music room door to find everyone already seated and playing, their instruments filling the room with the particular organised chaos of a warm-up session already in progress. Several heads turned. Lilly smiled apologetically at no one in particular, made her way to her seat, pulled out her saxophone, and joined in as smoothly as she could manage.The teacher did not look impressed.When the session ended and students began filing out, his voice cut through the noise.“Lilly. Stay behind please.”She stayed, saxophone across her lap, wearing the expression of someone who already knows what kind of conversation this is going to be.“If it’s about being late, sir—” she began.“It’s partly about being late.”“I have a solution for that, actually. I found a shortcut across campus today. It won’t happen again — or if it does, significantly less often. I promise.”He looked at her with the patient expression of a man who h
It happened in the space of approximately three seconds.The bathroom door swung open, Lilly’s headphones slipped from her head and clattered to the tile floor, her laundry scattered in every direction, and she found herself face to face with or rather, face to considerably more than face with a very naked, very unbothered Zane.He looked at her.She looked at him.He scoffed, turned back to the shower, and continued washing his hair with the supreme indifference of someone who has never once in his life been inconvenienced by anything.Lilly grabbed everything off the floor in approximately one motion headphones, laundry, the last of her dignity and fled.“Oh my God,” she breathed, pushing through the bathroom door and into the corridor, walking fast and staring straight ahead. “Oh my God, oh my God—”She made it back to the dorm in record time, still muttering furiously under her breath.Why do they never pump water to the dorms? Why was he there at two in the morning? It’s liter
Outside in the garden, Marcus reached for another piece of meat off the grill and said, almost as an afterthought: “Oh — and apparently the footage they found shows someone in a mask and specific gloves. That’s all they have.” Mrs. Ashford waved her hand. “Marcus, please. Don’t ruin a perfectly good meal with that. Let them find whoever they need to find. That’s their job.” Marcus shrugged and let it go. The barbecue continued. In the bedroom, Zara looked at the two men standing in the middle of her floor and let the silence sit for a moment before she spoke. “Your mother,” she said to Mark, “thought she was being clever. Paying someone to poison my food.” She tilted her head slightly. “But the girl she chose told me everything. Every word of it.” She paused. “So I returned the favour. A simple gas leak. I made sure you and your father were out of the house first — made sure you were safe. Your mother was alone because that was her own choice that evening.” She looked at Mark
It was the same woman who had raised her in the orphanage the same gentle soul who once called her “my child.”Tears instantly welled in Sister Evelyn’s eyes.“Oh… my child…” she breathed, voice breaking as she wrapped her trembling arms around Zara. She didn’t dare ask what had happened because cl
Benita made it her daily mission to make Zara’s life a living hell. Ever since that incident with Lilly and the broken plates, Benita never missed an opportunity to torment her. But Zara endured it all. She had seen much worse in life, and if this was Margaret’s grand plan, then it was failing mise
Dante’s HouseWhen Dante returned home that evening, he walked into a heavy silence. Bella, Mark, and Margaret were seated in the living room, all wearing gloomy expressions. Bella didn’t let Mark continue with school that day; she brought him back home before school even ended . Normally, Mark wou
The next day at the restaurant, Zara’s absence was loudly felt.Jenny, however, was the happiest person alive. She moved around with exaggerated energy, humming, smiling, and almost dancing as she worked. But Claire wasn’t sharing the joy. She felt a heavy weight in her chest.“I wonder how Zara is







