LOGINMy breath caught completely in my throat. My heart stopped dead in my chest, a sudden, violent jolt shocking my entire system.The very first picture I saw was of me.I stared at the page, my mind struggling to process what my eyes were seeing. "When did he..." The words died on my lips, nothing more than a breathless whisper in the empty room.How could he do a photo album of me? We lived in a world of smartphones and digital clouds, a world where phones could do everything, capturing and storing thousands of memories with a single tap. Yet here it was, a physical, tangible album, every single page curated by hand.I leaned closer, my fingers trembling as I rested them against the matte paper. I was staring at the photo and the realization of exactly when and where it was taken began to settle heavily in my chest.Then I suddenly recalled what he once told me, "I love pictures.""Why do you love them?" I had asked him back then, completely oblivious to the weight behind his words.
A heavy, bitter ache blossomed in my chest. He could have said something before leaving. How could he just slip away into the morning without a single trace? After the way he held me last night, after the raw desperation in his voice, how could he leave me to wake up to a cold bed and a television broadcast?Am I just supposed to watch him now from afar? Am I supposed to sit here, completely paralyzed and do absolutely nothing while his world crumbles?I walked over to the grand glass windows, looking out at the sprawling city below. I mean, this is what I wanted, wasn't it? This was the exact ending I had prayed for during those long, dark nights and days when my world crumbled. The people who made me this way, the monsters who tore my life apart and turned me into a ghost of myself, were finally getting paid for it. The villain was defeated. The tragedy was over.So why did the victory taste like ash in my mouth?Needing to anchor myself, needing to find something real to touch
I carefully dabbed around his split, swollen lip and the deep bruising along his jawline. Every touch felt heavy with a truth I wasn't ready to accept. He had fought Sterling. He had gone out there tonight to physically end the threat, to ensure that the monster who killed my parents could never reach me again.Or maybe it was worse, getting beaten to the pulp by the angry public, but they won't have reached him with the amount of security he has.Speaking of security, the number seemed to have been decreasing these days, just that I cared less to notice until now that I'm thinking about it. I worked as fast as my shaking fingers allowed, wrapping the heavy bandages tightly around his torso, putting all my weight into the pressure to force the bleeding to stop.He continued to groan quietly, his head rolling back and forth against the pillow, his consciousness drifting in and out of a dark, painful fog.Once the bandage was secure and the dark red stain stopped spreading through th
"What could have changed if he told you?" Daniel started again as he tucked me into the bed, his movements quiet and careful, as if I were made of glass. "Would you have hated him less? Or would you have forgiven him because of your feelings for him?"I stared blankly at the ceiling, the phantom sting on my palm against Cillian's bruised cheek still vibrating through my skin. I swallowed hard, my voice sounding incredibly small in the dark room."Didn't you hate him less when you learned the whole truth?"Daniel paused, his hands lingering on the edge of the blanket. He drew in a long, weary breath, the shadows of the room carving deep lines into his face."I didn't hate him less because in the end, he hurt you," Daniel replied, his voice dropping into a flat, protective register. "I just worked with him because that was the only way you could find peace. I still hate him, Val. But you destroying yourself because of him... that was a different story."He pulled the covers up to my s
He had assumed the role of the ultimate villain so perfectly that I hadn't hesitated for a single second to drop the guillotine on his neck."Cillian is not..." I choked on the words, my hands trembling violently against my sides. "He..." There's no way I'm believing this. I shouldn't be believing things like this! But I recalled that night, his voice, he was really there by my bedside, I had fallen in his arms...he was there!! "Exactly why I'm happy you finally made it here," Daniel said, stepping forward and placing his hands on my shoulders."You don't have to worry about Cillian, Val. We made it. We finally crushed everyone who did this to us, everyone who made you lose yourself. We're here already. Cillian can go to hell if he chooses to but we will be okay." The grand hallway of Cillian's house suddenly felt like a beautifully constructed trap, not one built to capture me, but one built to shield me while the walls crumbled down around him.*“He wanted to save you so much th
Before he could answer, the car slowed to a halt, stopping directly in front of Cillian’s towering, desolate estate. I stared out at the dark facade of the house, my mind racing. So Daniel was also in league with Cillian? I always thought as much."I think Daniel should be the one to explain things to you and not me," Alex said, breaking the silence as he shifted the car into park. "But in all of that, I’m proud of you, Val. At least the police are reopening the case. Sterling and Cillian are going to be arrested. What you did paid off."He leaned over and pulled me into a warm, reassuring hug. As he pulled back, his hand lingered on the door handle before he opened it for me. "I can take you to my house if you want to. You don't have to stay here."I looked at the house, Caleb’s frantic warnings screaming in my head. I needed answers, and the truth was waiting inside those walls."No, it's fine. Thank you," I said softly.Alex smiled, his eyes softening. "Alright," he said, unlock
"So that was your plan? You got so jealous of your brother as an illegitimate, dirty child of your father that you couldn't bear not having what he had? You couldn't resist him having me?" I let a harsh, jagged laugh escape my throat, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. "You sound m
"Perfect!" Cillian exclaimed, his voice ringing with a synthetic joy that grated against my nerves. He walked toward the dress, his uninjured hand reaching out to stroke the heavy silk of the skirt. "She will look really pretty in it, don't you think?"He turned his gaze toward Jane, his eyes narro
I gritted my teeth, the metallic tang of adrenaline flooding my mouth as I pushed the blade deeper. I wanted to feel the resistance of his muscles, the snap of his tendons. Blood began to trickle down the silver steel, staining the sleeve of his expensive shirt, a blooming rose of violence.The roo
"I'm okay," I pitched in immediately, my voice cutting through the heavy silence that usually followed the Thorne name. "Thank you for the other day."Sterling Thorne shrugged, "It’s no big deal. I noticed you were in so much trouble. If someone didn&rsquo







