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FIFTY THREE

Auteur: J.O
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-24 23:35:51

AUGUST

The door clicked shut behind the reporter, and the silence that followed felt heavy.

A minute ago, everything had been perfect. Smiles in place. Words rehearsed. Hands brushing just enough to sell the story.

Now the act was over.

And the truth sat between us like something rotten.

I didn’t move from where I stood.

I could still feel the tension in my shoulders, the tight pull in my chest from holding back everything I really wanted to say. It sat there, sharp and restless, like it was w
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  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY SIX

    AUGUSTThe first punch landed before Conrad even finished turning his head.Bone met bone with a dull, sickening crack, and something in me—tight, coiled, barely contained—finally snapped.“Where the hell is she, you bastard?”I didn’t wait for an answer.My fist connected with his jaw again, harder this time. His head snapped back, his body already sagging from whatever injury he had before I got to him. It didn’t matter.Nothing mattered.Not the blood.Not the fact that he could barely stand.Not the way Daniel was already moving toward me, saying my name like it could reach me.It didn’t.“August—”I hit him again.And again.Each punch felt like it landed too shallow, too soft, like it wasn’t enough to match the noise in my head.Camilla.Taken.Gone.Because he was supposed to be watching her.“Where is she?” I demanded, grabbing his collar, dragging him forward even as his knees threatened to give out. “You had one job.”Conrad tried to speak, something broken and slurred, but

  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY FIVE

    CAMILLAThe first thing I felt was cold.Water hit my face, dripping into my nose, my mouth, and my lashes. I flinched, choking on it, my body jerking instinctively as I tried to pull away.A low sound slipped out of me—half groan, half protest.“Easy, princess.”The voice came before my vision fully did.I blinked hard, trying to clear the blur, but everything swam anyway. My head throbbed like something was pressing from the inside out, slow and brutal. The kind of pain that didn’t spike, it lingered.I forced my eyes open.Shapes became people.Monty stood in front of me, a lazy smirk stretching across his face like this was all mildly entertaining to him. Like I wasn’t tied to a chair, soaked, disoriented, and barely holding myself upright.Rico stood a few feet behind him, arms crossed, watching.Waiting.“The princess is awake,” Rico said, almost amused.I swallowed, but my throat felt dry despite the water still dripping down my face. My wrists burned where they were tied, the

  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY FOUR

    CAMILLAI didn’t remember when I had stopped speaking.I only knew that the silence had started the moment I saw it.The news.It kept replaying in my mind like a loop I couldn’t escape. Like something inside me had locked it there and refused to let it go.August standing beside her.The smiles.The way his hand rested so easily on her back.The way he looked calm.Like nothing was wrong.Like everything was exactly how it should be.Like I didn’t exist.I sat on the couch, my hands resting on my lap, my fingers cold no matter how tightly I pressed them together. I pressed harder, as if I could force feeling back into them, but it didn’t work.Nothing did.The TV was off, but it didn’t matter.I could still see everything.Every second.It carved itself into me.Gianna had been beside me the whole time.She hadn’t said much. Not really. Just stayed close. Close enough that I could feel her presence without her needing to speak.Like she knew that if she moved too far, I might break i

  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY THREE

    AUGUSTThe door clicked shut behind the reporter, and the silence that followed felt heavy.A minute ago, everything had been perfect. Smiles in place. Words rehearsed. Hands brushing just enough to sell the story. Now the act was over.And the truth sat between us like something rotten.I didn’t move from where I stood.I could still feel the tension in my shoulders, the tight pull in my chest from holding back everything I really wanted to say. It sat there, sharp and restless, like it was waiting for the smallest crack to break through.Across the room, Taylor turned to face me.The softness she had worn for the cameras was gone. Completely gone. Like it had never existed in the first place.What replaced it was sharp. Cold. Familiar.“Well,” she said, smoothing her dress like nothing had changed. Like we weren’t standing in the middle of a lie. “That went well.”I said nothing.What was I supposed to say?Congratulations, we fooled them?She didn’t need a response. She never did.

  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY TWO

    CAMILLAI didn’t think anxiety could settle into bones.I used to believe it lived in the chest, maybe the throat when it got bad. Something you could breathe through if you tried hard enough. Something that would pass.I was wrong.It lived in my bones now.A quiet, constant hum under my skin that never really stopped. It had been there for a week. Seven long days since August walked out of that room like I hadn’t just cracked something open between us.Seven days since he said he would be back.He lied.I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my shirt, listening to the silence of the penthouse. It felt different without him. Bigger. Colder. Like the walls themselves knew something had shifted.Ama moved around somewhere in the house, her presence steady as always, but even that didn’t fill the emptiness he left behind.I hated that.Hated that I noticed.Hated that I cared.I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against my stomach without thinking. The gesture had

  • SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE   FIFTY ONE

    CAMILLA“Oh.”That was all he said.Just one word.And then nothing.Silence filled the room so fast it felt suffocating. I watched his face, waiting for something else. Anything else. A reaction. A denial. A confession. Even anger would have been better than this.But he just stood there.Quiet.Still.Like my words had hit him somewhere deep, somewhere he didn’t know how to reach.My chest tightened.“See?” I said, my voice softer now but still edged with something fragile. “This is exactly what I mean.”He didn’t respond.Didn’t even look away from me.“You marrying me won’t work,” I continued, forcing the words out before I could second guess them. “It doesn’t make sense. None of this does.”Still nothing.I swallowed, my throat dry.“Just… please get out.”That got a reaction.A small one.He exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face like he was trying to gather himself.Then he nodded once.“Fine,” he said quietly. “If that’s what you want.”I scoffed, but it came out weaker

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