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"Your family is off-limits," she said slowly, each word deliberate. "You will never dare dream of hurting them or threatening them again. Do you understand me?" His brows furrowed. "But they-" "No," she cut him off. "There is no but. They are your mother. Your siblings. Your grandmother. Your father." Her voice softened when she glanced toward the hospital bed where his father lay weak and pale, oxygen mask trembling with each fragile breath. "They are not your enemies," she said gently. "They are not people to eliminate. They are people to protect too." Lucian swallowed. His entire body felt rigid, like a soldier awaiting orders. He had promised himself something sacred. Destroy anyone who makes her cry. And now she was telling him that promises had limits. It felt wrong... It felt incomplete... It felt like failure... "Why are you mad at me?" he whispered. The vulnerability in his voice stunned everyone. "That's not Lucian. It's him! He's back!" Seraphina murmured in h
Felix made a mistake... A terrible, irreversible mistake to point a finger at Elara. Not in confusion or fear. But angrily and accusingly. His hand shot forward, his finger rigid, his arm tense, his face flushed with rage as his voice cracked through the room like glass shattering. "You-!" He didn't even get to finish the sentence. Because Lucian moved. And when he moved, it wasn't human anymore. It was instinct. It was possession. It was violence wrapped in a human body. The moment that finger aimed at Elara, Lucian's entire body went still, eerily, unnervingly still, like a predator locking onto prey. Then in one swift motion, he grabbed Felix's hand. Not just grabbed. He caught it mid-air. His fingers wrapped around Felix's pointing finger with terrifying precision and squeezed. The crack echoed before the scream did. Felix let out a piercing scream. It tore through the room. High, raw, and agonized. Everyone froze. But Lucian didn't. His grip tightened even further
She had only added something mild - something that would cause stomach discomfort, nothing dangerous, nothing fatal.Just enough to keep him grounded. Just enough to delay him.She had calculated the dosage carefully. She had done it to save him.But how could she say that?How could she tell them she had memories of a life?They would think she was insane."I had a bad feeling," Elara whispered finally.Seraphina stared at her. "A bad feeling?""Yes," Elara cried. "About Father traveling. I... I was scared. I just... I needed him to stay.""A bad feeling?" Felix repeated, anger creeping into his tone. "So you poisoned him?""I didn't poison him!" she cried. "It was mild. I made sure it was mild-"The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake.Made sure... Made sure?Lisa gasped softly.Seraphina's face turned white with fury."So you admit it."Elara's breath hitched. "No- I mean- I just-""You deliberately made him sick," Seraphina said, her voice shaking now. "To st
The next morning...The sunlight that filtered through the tall windows of the Hale estate felt wrong. It was too bright for a house that had barely slept, too warm for a family that had spent the entire night sitting outside Nathan's bedroom, waiting to hear whether he would wake up again without complications.He looked weak, that was for sure.Weak in a way none of them had seen in a very long time.The man who had built empires with his bare hands, who had stood like an unmovable mountain at the head of the family for decades, now lay propped up against white pillows, his skin pale, his lips slightly dry, faint shadows under his eyes. The entire family had gathered in his room, Seraphina standing near the window with her arms tightly folded across her chest; Lucian by the bedside, both hands in his pocket.Felix pacing near the door; Lisa hovering anxiously with a glass of water; Grandma Hale sitting in silence in a chair near the foot of the bed, her cane resting against her kn
At the cafe, Elara moved automatically, smiling at customers, taking orders, and preparing drinks, but her mind was running calculations.How do you stop a man like Nathan?You don't convince him.You don't argue with him.You force circumstances.She couldn't risk arguing again. He might get angry. He might double down. He might leave earlier just to prove a point.No! She needed something else. Something undeniable.Something that would physically prevent him from boarding that plane.And then...An idea struck her. So simple and effective.With such an idea in my mind, Elara went about her day.Before closing time, before Lucian could come pick her up, she excused herself."I'll be back in twenty minutes," she told her coworker.She walked quickly to the pharmacy nearby.Her heart pounded as she entered.She didn't buy anything dangerous.She bought a harmless over-the-counter allergy spray and a mild herbal digestive stimulant, something that could trigger temporary stomach discom
The next day, the family went about their day as usual, but there was nothing usual about the air in the mansion.It felt... awkward.The breakfast table was full, the aroma of toast and freshly brewed coffee spreading warmly through the dining hall.Yet, beneath the clinking of cutlery and the low hum of conversation, tension lingered like a storm cloud refusing to move on.Elara sat quietly, her fingers wrapped around her mug, though she hadn't taken a sip in minutes. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the vision, the certainty, the crash that might happen the next day.Her stomach twisted violently.Nathan, on the other hand, appeared calm, composed, the very image of authority. He was reading something on his tablet, occasionally glancing at Lucian to discuss minor details about the upcoming meeting. His voice was steady, firm. However, he continued clearing his throat and glancing at Elara from time to time. Lucian was relaxed, leaning back slightly in his chair, though his eye







