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Chapter 17: The Call
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2026-09-08 09:25:04
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The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 33: Hopscotch
Diana's POVI gave up on finding a forger the same afternoon I spotted that guard. Every hour I spent standing on some corner asking strangers about fake papers was another hour I was visible, another hour someone could clock my face and put a call through to the estate. It wasn't worth it. Not with how close that had been. So I scrapped the plan, got in the car and decided flying could wait. Driving didn't need an ID. Driving just needed gas money and somewhere to go.The highway blurred past for hours before I let myself breathe. I watched the city thin out in the rearview mirror — the skyline shrinking, the traffic thinning, the buildings giving way to long stretches of fields I didn't recognize and had no memory of ever seeing — until it finally disappeared altogether. Somewhere around the four-hour mark, my hands finally loosened on the wheel.I need to leave this fucking city, or everyone is going to find me. That thought had been circling since before sunrise, louder than every
The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 32: Watch It Liana
Diana's POVI needed a way out of this city, and to do that, I needed an ID. My real one didn't exist anymore, not as far as anyone official was concerned, and I sure as hell couldn't walk into an airport pretending otherwise. So I did the only thing I could think of. I started asking around, quiet about it, careful about who I talked to, looking for someone who could get me something fake. Didn't need to be perfect. Just needed to be good enough to get me on a plane and out of this city before anyone caught up to me.Easier said than done. Every person I stopped either looked at me like I'd lost my mind for even asking, or looked at me too closely, like they were trying to work out why some woman in decent shoes was suddenly so interested in vanishing off the grid. I kept my answers short. Kept moving. Felt more exposed with every question I asked out loud, like I was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs straight back to myself.I was a few hours into it, walking down some busy street, sca
The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 31: The Empty Room
Adrian's POVI woke up early, the way I always did, and got ready for work on autopilot — shirt, tie, the usual rhythm of a morning I'd repeated a thousand times without thinking about it. Except this morning wasn't like the others. This morning I had something I actually wanted to do before I left the house, and it wasn't work.I wanted to see Diana.We hadn't spoken since I gave her the tablet only at the time of the raid and I knew exactly whose fault that was. I'd been the one avoiding hallways, timing my meals so we wouldn't cross paths, keeping my distance like distance was some kind of solution instead of just another way of making things worse. I knew I'd been suspicious of her in ways I probably shouldn't have been — not without reason, but not fairly either — and I'd let that suspicion sit between us instead of just talking to her like a person deserved to be talked to.I told myself this morning would be different. I'd go downstairs, find her, and actually say something. No
The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 30: Not A Prisoner
Diana's POVI'm fucking tired of Adrian Blackwood. I'm leaving here ASAP. I almost died today like died.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest, and every time I closed my eyes, the fear came rushing back. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, but my body still refused to calm down.I hadn't slept, not really — I'd spent most of the night lying in the dark with my eyes open, running the same sentence through my head until it stopped sounding like a decision and started sounding like a fact. At 4 a.m. I gave up pretending I was going to rest, and got up.Everywhere was still dark. The house had that particular stillness it only had at that hour, like even the walls were holding their breath. I packed fast and quiet, throwing in only what actually mattered, my hands moving faster than my thoughts, like some part of me was afraid that if I slowed down even a little, I'd talk myself out of it. I counted the money Adrian had gi
The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 29: The Dagger And The Noodles
Diana's POVI reached the kitchen. If I was going to spend the day pretending the house didn't feel like it was closing in on me, I was going to do it with a full stomach. Noodles. Something spicy enough to burn the thoughts right out of my head for a while.I pulled out everything I needed and got to work — cutting the peppers thin, cracking an egg into the pan to fry until the edges went crisp and lacy, and then, because I apparently had zero self-control when it came to spice, tipping in far more chili than any reasonable person would. I loved my noodles spicy. Dangerously spicy. The kind that made your eyes water and your nose run and somehow still tasted like the best thing you'd ever eaten.The smell of it filled the kitchen, curling up into my nose and settling low in my stomach, which growled right on cue like it had been waiting all morning for permission. By the time I plated the noodles in a bowl and slid the fried egg on top, yolk still soft and glistening, I was practical
The Bride They Tried to Erase Chapter 28: Three Months
Diana's POVI stared at the ceiling, everywhere bored. The room was too quiet, too still, the kind of silence that made every thought in my head sound louder than it should. Since Adrian returned my tablet, we hadn't crossed paths again, even though we were living under the same roof. No dinners together. No run-ins in the hallway. Nothing. Just silence, and the occasional sound of his footsteps somewhere else in the house, always somewhere else, never here.I don't know how long I'd been lying like this. Minutes, maybe an hour. Time moved strangely when there was nothing to fill it with except my own thoughts, circling the same handful of questions over and over until they wore grooves into my mind.I'm just so fucking tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that sits in your bones, that settles into the space behind your eyes and never quite leaves.I reached for the water glass on the nightstand without looking, and my hand closed around it wrong — thumb braced low
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