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EMILYI stepped out to the beach, the cool evening breeze brushing softly against my skin. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but Chris was nowhere in sight. I frowned slightly as my eyes searched around.Where was he?“Missing me already?”His deep voice came from behind me, making me turn sharply.Chris stood a few steps away, hands tucked casually into his pockets. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a part of his chest, while the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The ocean breeze played with his dark hair, and somehow, with the fading sunset behind him, he looked unreal.My throat went dry instantly.I quickly looked away before he noticed the effect he had on me.“I wasn’t looking for you,” I muttered. “I just wanted to check the beach.”He nodded slowly, but the corner of his lips lifted with clear sarcasm.“I didn’t say you were.”I bit my lower lip and looked away again. Great. My face felt hot already, and I knew I was b
CATHERINEI woke up to the same ceiling I had been staring at for the past two days, and for a moment I just lay there, trying to make sense of it all. Nothing had changed. The same quiet room, the same soft sheets, the same heavy silence pressing down on me. It didn’t feel real, like I had somehow stepped into someone else’s life and gotten stuck there. I still couldn’t understand why I had been taken. There was no explanation, no warning, nothing that made it make sense.The room itself didn’t look like the kind of place you would keep someone against their will. It was too neat, too expensive, too carefully arranged. Everything about it felt intentional, like whoever owned this place had money and taste. That alone confused me even more. If they wanted me dead, why go through all this effort? Why keep me here, feeding me, giving me clean clothes, making sure I was comfortable?I pushed myself up and sat on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself. My mind drifted to Emily. I hadn’t
CLARAI told them I was stepping out to get groceries. It came easily, the lie sitting on my tongue like something I had said a hundred times before. Nobody questioned me. Nobody ever did anymore. Maybe they had grown used to my quiet obedience, or maybe I had simply become invisible in that house. Either way, it worked in my favor.I walked out of the mansion with steady steps, not too fast, not too slow. The moment the gates were behind me and I had put enough distance between myself and the house, I turned in the opposite direction of the market. My heart picked up, but I kept my face calm. I flagged down a bus instead of a cab this time, something less noticeable. The brown envelope sat inside my bag, hidden beneath a few clothes I had stuffed in to make it look normal. My fingers brushed against it and I couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto my lips.This had to count for something.The boss would be proud of me. He had to be. Maybe, just maybe, this would finally be enou
DONALDI woke up the next morning with a dull, throbbing headache that refused to let me stay still. It sat heavy behind my eyes, pulsing slowly like a warning I couldn’t ignore. I shifted on the bed, uncomfortable, trying to piece together how I even got there. The room felt unfamiliar for a moment, like I had been dropped into it without explanation. I shut my eyes again and exhaled deeply, hoping the darkness would settle the ache, but it didn’t.How did I get here?The question lingered, unanswered, until the memories began to crawl back in fragments. The drinks. The noise. The blur of voices. Then Zoey.I hissed under my breath as the pain spiked again. Of course. Zoey. She must have turned everything into a scene, just like she always did. I didn’t even need to be there to imagine it. The thought alone made my head pound harder.There was no way I was going for lectures today. My body felt too heavy, my mind too cluttered. Even the idea of sitting through a class felt exhausting.
ZOEYI was still trying to process the way Donald had yelled at me. It wasn’t the first time he had warned me not to touch him, but this time it felt different. Ever since that village girl showed up, everything between us had changed. What used to be easy, effortless, almost predictable, had become strained and uncertain.He barely saw me anymore. When we were in the same room, it was like I didn’t even exist. Not a glance, not a word, nothing. At first, I thought I had done something wrong. I went over every conversation we had, every little moment, trying to figure out where I might have crossed a line. But the more I thought about it, the less it made sense. Donald had just… changed.And I hated that I couldn’t understand why.He was slumped over the bar stand, clearly wasted, his head resting against the polished surface. Even like that, he still looked annoyingly attractive. There was something about him that always pulled people in, something effortless and dangerous at the same
DONALDDid she really mean everything she said. Was she serious about it. About us pretending like we were strangers. Like none of this ever existed. I stood there for a moment, trying to process it, trying to make sense of the sudden distance she had thrown between us like it was nothing. My eyes stayed on her even as she walked away, like I was waiting for her to turn back and say she did not mean it. She did not. She just kept walking.Something inside me snapped quietly, like a thin thread finally giving way after being stretched too far.The anger in me rose fast, hot and uncontrollable, settling deep in my chest until it felt like I could not breathe properly. I clenched my jaw, my hands tightening by my sides. I could feel it building, that dangerous edge where I could say something I would regret. So instead, I swallowed everything down, forced it back, and the only thing I managed to say was a short, tight “okay.”It felt empty leaving my mouth. It felt like surrender.She le
BRYANAs I walked into the board meeting hall, the first thing that greeted me was silence. Every single face turned toward me at once. The shock on them was almost comical. Mouths slightly open. Eyes widened. Hands frozen halfway to their microphones.Danford looked the worst. The color drained fr
CALIThe moment we returned from the meeting, I went straight to my room. I did not stop to talk to anyone. I did not even glance at the maids who greeted me softly as I passed. My body felt heavy, not just from standing but from everything that had happened. The tension, the silence, the way the a
SARAHI tried to steady my breathing, but it felt impossible. The air around me seemed too thick, too heavy to pull into my lungs. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing. The woman I knew as Mum had a whole family. A history. A life that had nothing to do with the quiet countryside story she fed me fo
SARAHWhen I got home, the familiar scent of lavender and honey welcomed me, a comforting contrast to the chaotic energy of the college campus. The house felt unusually quiet, and when I stepped into the sitting room, I realized no one was around. The silence was peaceful, though it made the space







