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STUCK WITH MY ENEMY

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BIANCA

I hated him.

Every time I thought I had reached the peak of my hatred for Roberto Grimani, he found a way to push me further. Like some sick game he played just to see how much I could take before I broke.

He was always taking.

Taking my time. Taking my patience. Taking the last shred of peace I had in my goddamn life.

And last night, he had taken something else.

My choice.

Two men. Two dates. Two heads cracked against the pavement before I even finished my drink.

And for what?

Because he decided they weren’t good enough for me? He thought they were too dangerous?

The irony.

The real danger wasn’t them.

It was him.

And the proof of it was all over me.

Blood on my torn blouse. Dirt caked into the cuts on my palms. My wrists sore from where I had been bound.

I could have died.

Because of him.

Because of the chaos that followed him like a shadow, wrapping around everything he touched.

I should have been terrified. I should have been grateful to b
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  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    FINDING HER GRAVE

    I got off the plane and was sitting in the airport waiting for about an hour. Nothing had struck my memory. I had no idea where to go from here. Where in New York did she live? Or worked? I played the audio again but nothing struck until I saw the file name. “vid.00.BMarcelo.divorce.recording9988.mp4” B Marcello. I brought out my laptop and researched the name. I made sure to check that the search range was just in New York. Articles popped up about a firm scandal. I clicked on the first link. “TRAGEDY AT CLARKE & ASSOCIATES LLP.” “Bianca Marcelo named as person of interest in murder of Mrs. Bayern and CEO Brown Clarke.” There was a photo of her shielded from the camera by a tall man. Me. In the photo she was wearing a tailored suit and so Kate’s. I was glaring at the camera and shielding her face from view. A faint memory of heel clicks came to mind. And fire at a particular office. My head hurt badly. I needed to pause but I couldn’t. It didn’t make the

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    SHE IS DEAD

    ROBI know now that I’m married and it wasn’t to Vanessa. The lady’s voice brought me so much comfort after a year of constant aching even though her words were cruel.I felt this fire deep inside.What had been missing with Vanessa all these while. I transferred the recording to the new phone I got after my recovery. My old phone would help to completely restore my memory but it was gone.Honestly, could I handle it? I almost blacked out from just the one memory. I should definitely take it slow before I trigger another brain trauma. I zipped up the duffel bag and took it to my bedroom. I hide it under the bed base.“Honey, we’re back.”Vanessa’s voice floated in just as I finished cleaning up the blood. Fortunately, I had ordered flowers earlier so I pretended like I was fixing it on her bed.“This is to say I’m sorry, babe,” I said as soon as she stepped into her bedroom.A smile formed on her face. I wondered how many more lies she had told me. “Aww. You didn’t have to,” she s

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    DUE TIME

    ONE YEAR LATER ROB’S POV “Rob?” I turned. Vanessa stood in the doorway wearing a short robe and that same smile she always used when she wanted something. “Hey babe,” I said. “There’s breakfast,” she added as she leaned in and kissed me. “Julian made coffee.” I nodded but didn’t move. She walked over and sat on my lap. “You haven’t been sleeping again. You’re scaring me.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not,” she said. Her voice was soft but strained. “You wake up angry. You keep going outside at night. You look at things like they’re supposed to remind you of something.” I didn’t respond. “You haven’t let yourself move on.” “From what?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “From the accident.,” she said. “It’s been a year and you’re still stuck in that space.” That was because something wasn’t right. There was this numb ache in my chest that never went away, like something important had been ripped out, but I couldn’t figure out what. “I will in due tim

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    I KNOW MY RIGHTS, DETECTIVE

    BIANCAI got to New York after traveling for what seemed like forever. My mansion smelled like dust and silence.My heels clicked softly against the hardwood as I zipped up the last suitcase. The room was still full, but my life was gone from it. Clothes, books, and case files I once obsessed over. What used to make me feel powerful now felt like a weight. Every corner held a memory of him.Rob was alive. He just didn’t remember me.He’d asked who I was. Even referred to me as the nurse. He looked at me with those same eyes but none of the heat, none of the war, none of the us.I swallowed hard and zipped the final bag shut.Luckily, I’d been saving money in an offshore account for emergencies. It should be running into $300 million.It was enough to last me forever once I disappeared for good. No one would trace me. Not even him if he tried. But I knew he wouldn’t.I was forgettable after all. I've always been replaceable, dismissible. He proved that didn’t he?The ring still circl

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    PAYING THE COST OF LOVE

    BIANCAWe had to stop at a port nearby but outside Italy’s borders so Victor can’t reach us. The captain was handing over some papers to the local customs officers and they scanned through them. “What’s wrong with that one?” One asked. “He’s seasick. He needs urgent medical attention. I think he’s also allergic to saltwater,” Julian said. He nodded and eyed us suspiciously. I walked behind Marco and Julian as we walked down the ramp. I could still feel the officers eyes on me but pretended like nothing was wrong. We had covered Rob’s bullet wound so they didn’t ask too many questions. “We will have to stop a taxi,” Julian said and Marco walked away to get one. The place was less crowded than I imagined. Fruit sellers sat under the tree's shade and some kids, maybe theirs, were playing close to the shore. Soon, Marco came back with a taxi. We got in but he didn’t. He wasn’t supposed to even come on the ship with us but he was forced to by Victor’s men. I waved him goodbye a

  • THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD    REGRET

    BIANCAFLASHBACK ENDSI kept rolling the ring around my finger like it could turn back time.The ocean whispered beside us, calm in a way that felt insulting like it hadn’t watched everything fall apart just hours ago.It felt like the calm after a storm, only more broken. Julian sat next to me on the deck. Legs stretched out, shirt untucked, eyes on the horizon like maybe it would answer for the things he couldn’t say.“He’s stable,” Julian said like I didn’t hear him the first time.I didn’t look at him. Just kept rolling the ring.“Do you want to see him again?”“I’ve seen enough,” I said quietly.He nodded and we sank back into the heavy silence. “I’ll stay with him throughout. But we need to make a stop to get him medical attention.”“No. You’ve been helping us all this while,” I said. “You don’t have to anymore.”“I want to.”The wind picked up. It was cold and wet. The kind that clung to your clothes and bones and memories.Julian sighed. “He wouldn’t want you to do this to y

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