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Chandria's POV
“Hey, Daniel. Are you coming to our fourth anniversary celebration tonight? You know we planned this, right?” I asked eagerly, my heart fluttering with excitement.
“Yeah. I'll be there.” His voice was distant. Detached. Odd, but I shook it off.
“Okay, see you. I love you.”
“Okay.”
He ended the call before I could respond. My lips parted, ready to say something—anything—but all I heard was the empty beep of the disconnected line.
No "I love you" back. No warmth in his tone.
I stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it.
Was he distracted? Tired? Or was something wrong? Doubt crept into my chest, whispering unwelcome thoughts. Four years together, and yet, lately, he felt distant. Cold. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe tonight, everything would change.
Forcing a smile, I shook off the unease. He promised he’d be there. That was enough. Right?
Tonight was special. I just knew he would propose. I could feel it.
I placed my phone on the vanity and checked my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves over my shoulders, and my makeup was flawless—just enough to enhance my features without looking overdone. The red dress I wore hugged my curves perfectly, its silky fabric clinging to my body like a second skin. I wanted this night to be unforgettable.
I grabbed my purse and left my apartment, my heart thudding with anticipation.
The restaurant was warm, filled with the soft hum of chatter and clinking glasses. Golden chandeliers bathed the space in a gentle glow, and the scent of roasted lamb and fresh bread filled the air.
I sat at our reserved table, my fingers tapping lightly against the polished surface.
A waiter approached. “What would you like to order, ma’am?”
I shook my head with a polite smile. “I’m waiting for someone.”
Minutes passed. Then an hour.
Excitement slowly turned into unease.
Where was he?
Just as I reached for my phone, I heard footsteps.
“Chandria.”
I turned with a bright smile—only for it to freeze on my lips.
Daniel stood before me. But he wasn’t alone.
Beside him was a woman.
My stomach twisted painfully. My fingers clenched around the edge of the table as I stared at her.
“C-Catherine?” My voice barely came out.
Why was she here? Why was she with Daniel?
I looked at him, searching for an answer. “W-Why is she with you?”
He glanced at her, then back at me. The words that followed shattered my world.
“I want you to meet my fiancée.”
The restaurant fell into silence—or maybe it was just my mind, drowning everything else out.
“W-What?” My breath hitched. My legs wobbled. I clutched the table for support.
No. This had to be a joke!
“What do you mean… your fiancée?” My voice trembled. “We’ve been together for four years, Daniel! You said you had something important to tell me tonight. You were going to propose, right?”
Catherine’s sharp laugh cut through the air. I reached out, desperate as I stood up.
“Daniel!”
But she shoved me back. Hard!
“Back off, bitch. Don’t touch my man!”
I stumbled, my heels slipping on the polished floor. My back collided with the table, sending glasses and plates crashing to the ground. Gasps erupted from nearby diners.
Pain shot through my palms as glass shards dug into my skin. But nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.
Catherine stepped closer, towering over me as I sat humiliated on the floor.
I knew her.
How could I forget?
She was my tormentor. My nightmare. The girl who made my college years hell.
And now, she was Daniel’s fiancée?
I turned to him. The man I loved. The man I trusted.
But his eyes… they were cold. Indifferent.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move to help me.
Tears streamed down my face. My heart pounded violently. Four years. Four years of love, of promises… destroyed in a second!
“You never stood a chance,” Catherine sneered, smirking. “We’ve been planning this for a long time. Everything… was a game to him.”
Her words cut like knives. My body trembled as I shook my head. “No. That can’t be true…”
I turned to Daniel, pleading. “Tell me she’s lying! Tell me you love me!”
He scoffed, eyes filled with disgust. “Don’t be so fucking naive, Chandria.”
Each word was a dagger. My heart cracked, piece by piece.
“This was all just a game,” he continued. “A way to make you realize how worthless you are. Do you really think I could ever love someone like you?”
Air fled my lungs. My vision blurred.
Daniel stepped closer. “Didn’t you notice? I never really cared. And yet, you still clung to me. Pathetic.”
My lips trembled. “But I—”
“You can’t even conceive a child.”
The final blow.
Pain exploded in my chest, unbearable and suffocating.
Beside him, Catherine laughed, linking her arm through his. “Let’s go, darling.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
I watched, horrified, as they turned their backs on me.
No. No. This wasn’t real. This was a nightmare!
“NO! WAIT!” I screamed, voice raw with desperation.
Daniel stopped. For a second, hope flickered, thinking he would finally listen to me.
Then, he spoke. “Enough!” His tone was ice. “I never cared about you, Chandria. You were nothing but a worthless piece of trash I wanted to discard.”
He snapped his fingers. “Guards.”
Two men in black suits appeared beside me.
“Throw her out.”
My eyes widened in horror. “N-No! Please!” I struggled, but their grips were ironclad. “Daniel, don’t do this!”
He didn’t even flinch.
The guards dragged me away. Other people in the restaurant whispered, their eyes filled with pity and amusement.
We reached the back alley. Without hesitation, they shoved me to the ground.
My body hit the cold pavement, pain shooting through me.
One of them sneered, kicking over a garbage bin. Filth spilled beside me, the stench making me gag.
“Stay out of Sir Daniel’s life,” the other warned. “You don’t belong near him!”
Then they left.
I lay there, curled up and broken, while tears streamed down my face. The cold pavement beneath me seeped into my skin, its rough surface biting against my arms and legs.
My body trembled. My breath hitched in ragged sobs, my fingers clenching into the filth-strewn ground as if grasping for some semblance of stability. How had everything fallen apart so quickly?
I was betrayed. Humiliated. Destroyed.
Carla’s POV“I already knew the reason why the Lancasters wanted to attack Chandria. Catherine herself had warned me about it before.”Daniel suddenly stepped closer to Vince until the two of them were standing only a few feet apart.The tension between them was so thick that I could almost feel it pressing against my skin. They stared at each other with clear hostility, their eyes sharp and unyielding. Neither of them looked like they were willing to back down.They were sizing each other up like two men preparing for a fight.“Come on, back it up, you two,” I quickly said, trying to stop the situation before it got worse.I stepped slightly between them, raising my hands as if that alone could push them apart.“Don’t start any trouble here,” I continued firmly. “Especially not in front of my parents.”But it was as if they couldn’t hear me at all.Both of them seemed completely deaf to my words.Their anger had already taken over. I could see it in the way their shoulders were tense
Carla’s POV“Do everything you can to find her!”The command echoed sharply through the grand hall of the mansion.“But sir, we’ve already done everything we can,” one of the soldiers replied carefully, his voice tight with fear.“It’s not enough!”The man’s voice turned colder, more dangerous.“If you don’t find Carla within twenty-four hours, I will kill every single one of you!”The threat hung in the air like a blade.The elite soldiers of the Silva Cartel stood lined up in front of my father, their expressions tense. No one dared to speak again.“There’s no need to worry anymore.”All heads turned at once.“I’m here.”The massive doors of the mansion slowly opened, and I stepped inside.“I’ve returned.”For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.My eyes swept across the room, and I saw them all staring at me—my family, and Vince’s family as well.Vince stood near the center, his face pale. Beside him were his parents, the elegant Mr. and Mrs. Montclair. My own parents were there
Carla’s POVI burst out laughing.I actually snorted, the sound escaping before I could stop myself. I laughed so hard my shoulders shook.“You don’t need to warn me about the Lancasters, Daniel,” I told him between breaths.He didn’t laugh with me. He didn’t even smile.“Chandria, I’m not joking,” Daniel said, his voice firm and serious.I immediately stopped laughing.“Stop calling me Chandria,” I said, my tone turning cold. “From now on, my name is Carla.”The air between us shifted.He stared at me for a long time. His jaw moved slightly, tightening as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.“Change your name?” he asked.“No,” I answered calmly. “Carla has always been my name. Remember?”He kept looking at me, studying my face as if searching for something familiar. As if he was trying to see the woman he once knew.“Even if you change your name,” he said slowly, “even if that’s the name you were given at birth, I will still call you Chandria. Because that’s who you are to
Carla’s POVI heard muffled voices around me, voices I didn’t recognize.They were low, indistinct, almost like whispers bouncing off walls I couldn’t see.And then I felt a strange sensation pouring through my body, crawling under my skin, freezing and burning at the same time.My limbs felt heavy, yet my body somehow felt like it was floating. I tried to fight it, tried to move, but it was no use.Then, abruptly, I was lowered.I landed hard onto some kind of seat.My head, whatever was strapped to it, was suddenly freed.My hands were tied tight. My wrists burned against the ropes, but I couldn’t break free. Every instinct in me screamed to fight, to escape, but my body refused to obey.At least my mouth wasn’t gagged.“Who are you?!” I shouted.“Show yourselves!”I spun my head, trying to see through the darkness. Everything was black except for the dim light illuminating my immediate surroundings.I was seated on a single sofa, the kind that looked comfortable enough to relax in—
Carla’s POVWe had been buried in preparations for two whole days, planning the elimination of Aiden Morelli.Every hour felt like a race against time, and I knew we couldn’t afford mistakes.I had reminded the team repeatedly: this wasn’t an easy job.Aiden wasn’t some small-time thug; he was a mafia lord. Even though, we, the Silva Cartel, was powerful beyond measure, practically ruling the country and even making moves across other cities and continents, taking down someone like Aiden was a different challenge entirely.There was no room for overconfidence.The house was buzzing with tension. Phones rang constantly, people moved in and out with files, weapons, and plans. I barely had time to sit.And then, amidst the chaos, my parents arrived.“I need to speak with you, Carla,” my father said.I paused for a moment, glancing at the papers in my hands, then followed him. There was a heaviness in the air, but the sun was shining outside, painting the garden in golden light. Birds chi
Carla’s POVI kept walking down the long hallway, not really caring where my feet would take me.I just needed to get away for a while.I made sure I was far enough from my siblings so they wouldn’t follow me or try to talk to me again.Talking about Aiden, about Daniel, about anyone from my past—it was never a small thing for me.It never would be.Every time their names came up, it felt like someone was reopening wounds I had tried so hard to close.It reminded me of the days when everything felt heavy, when I was barely holding myself together, when I had no choice but to endure everything in silence.Those were the times when I kept pushing forward even though I was already tired inside.As I walked, I hugged my arms around myself, trying to calm down.My thoughts kept replaying the past, one memory after another. I hated that feeling—the way my chest tightened and my throat felt dry whenever I remembered those moments.Then I heard a voice from behind me.“Your siblings are just







