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Author: Rex Rhezia
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-26 05:30:49

ELIJAH

I walked to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened.

Mila, Andrade, Marisol. The coffee. The threats.

How had I ended up here? And what the hell was I supposed to do next?

The room was huge. Too big. The bed, the closet full of clothes, all of it screamed money I’d never touch in my life.

I dropped my bag on the bed and sat down. My mind kept spinning.

I couldn’t stop replaying today.

Mila’s calmness, Andrade’s stare, the way he had fired the servant without a second thought.

And Mila… every time I opened my heart to her, she just played me.

How many times had I let her hurt me? I even told her I loved her, and nothing changed.

And she never let me forget why she cheats on me all the time - my fucking tiny dick.

I ran my hands through my hair and let myself slump back. Sleep came fast, though it didn’t fix anything.

The next morning, I got up early and took a hot bath. Tried to feel normal.

Brushed my teeth, combed my hair. Even did a bit of stretching.

But I felt it, that prickling, the sense that someone was watching. I shook it off. Paranoia, probably.

I headed toward Mila’s room. I missed her.

Frustrated as hell that we had separate rooms. But she wasn’t there.

I started down the hall to get breakfast. Then I saw them.

Mila, Marisol, Andrade. They were in the living room, talking.

I stood behind a column.

Marisol’s voice was calm, final. “The marriage is happening. That’s decided.”

Mila's jaw tightened. “Mother, you can’t just… think about us. Think about the family. Honor Father’s memory.”

Andrade leaned against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.

“Say something,” Mila snapped at him. “You’re my brother. You’re supposed to care.”

Finally, Andrade spoke. Quiet. Controlled. “If you bring a threat into this family,” he said, looking at Marisol, “I will personally eliminate him. And you will watch.”

My stomach sank. I stayed frozen, heart hammering. Then his eyes flicked to me.

The contact was instant. Intense. Cold.

I couldn’t look away. My pulse spiked. Something about that stare made me feel small, exposed, tense.

Marisol didn’t even flinch. “I’ve been running my part of this family longer than you’ve been alive. Keep your threats to yourself.”

“Mother c'mon.” Mila said. “I thought this was some kinda sick joke.”

Marisol shook her head. “I’ve made my decision.”

Andrade straightened, shifting weight, voice clipped. “I’ll leave.”

He turned away. Eye contact broken.

I exhaled slowly, leaning against the column.

My chest felt tight. Hollow. The room felt heavy, like the tension hadn’t left even though Andrade was gone.

I didn’t understand it.

Why did that stare hit me so hard?

Why did it feel like something inside me had been weighed and judged?

I stayed there a few more seconds before moving toward the stairs.

Mila was gone.

Marisol was calm.

Andrade was gone.

And I realized I had no idea how to survive in this house.

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Juan
I hate it whenever Eli goes back to Mila, like dude, she's obviously toying with you
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