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Chapter 8: The Trojan Daughter
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The heavy oak door of my bedroom was the only thing standing between me and the poison still swirling in the living room below. Even through the wood, I could hear the muffled, frantic sounds of my mother’s coddling.“What is wrong with Elara… Something is not right,” my mother’s voice drifted up the stairs, thick with a mixture of confusion and burgeoning fear. She had never seen me strike back. To her, I was the porcelain doll that never broke, no matter how hard she dropped it.“Maybe it’s because I came back, Mommy,” Elena whimpered, her voice wet with fake tears. I could almost see her wide, innocent eyes—the same eyes that had watched me bleed out in the first life. “I’ve taken everything from her just by existing, haven't I? She hates me.”“Oh, my poor baby,” my mother cooed. “How are you going to use that hand for your welcoming party? Everyone is coming to see the Silas twins reunited, and you’re scared because of that… that animal.”Then, my father’s voice cut through the ai
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“You fool! Do you know how expensive those shoes are? There are only three pairs in the entire world!” my mother shrieked. Her voice hit a frequency that made the crystal chandelier above us hum in protest. She wasn't looking at Elena’s bleeding hands anymore. She was staring at the red stains soaking into the hand-stitched leather of my father’s footwear.My father looked down, his jaw working as he ground his teeth together. The vanity in this house was a sickness; they cared more about the rarity of their leather than the soul of their daughter.“It’s okay,” my father said, his voice tight but controlled. “I can always buy another pair.”I let a small, sharp smile touch my lips. No, you can’t, I thought. I remembered the financial records from the first life. In exactly one week, the Silas Company’s main offshore account would be frozen due to a clerical error that I had spent months fixing in my previous existence. Last time, I had worked forty-eight hours straight, redesigning a
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The sound of my father’s footsteps didn't just echo; they thundered, vibrating through the floorboards and up into the soles of my feet. It was a familiar sound—the heavy, rhythmic approach of a man who believed every room he entered was his by divine right. In my past life, that sound would have made my stomach twist into knots. It would have made me stand a little straighter, breathe a little shallower, and prepare my mind for whatever failure he was about to blame me for.But tonight, as I stood over Elena’s crumpled, "bleeding" form, I felt nothing but a cold, clinical curiosity. I was a scientist watching a predictable chemical reaction."What have you done?!" my father’s voice boomed, shattering the silence of the living room.He didn't look at me. He never looked at me first. His eyes went straight to Elena, who was currently whimpering on the floor, her hands cradled against her chest, smeared with that vivid, incriminating red."Elara... why?" Elena sobbed, her voice a master
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"We must not let them know we’ve made a partnership," I said, my voice hardening as the plan began to crystallize in my mind. "If they think I’m just a runaway, they’ll be reckless. But if they know I have you behind me, they’ll go into hiding. I want them to be loud. I want them to be arrogant. I want them to think they still have something to steal."I looked at the ring on my finger, then slowly twisted it so the stone faced inward, hiding the black opal against my palm. To my father, Orion was just a rival to be feared. He didn't realize that in the previous life, he had found a golden opportunity to eliminate the only man who could expose him—and he hadn't hesitated to pull the trigger.But too bad for him, he won’t be getting another shot. Not on my watch."I have to go back home," I said abruptly.Orion’s face darkened instantly. The warmth that had been radiating from him turned into a predatory chill. His jaw tightened, and for a second, the emerald fire in his eyes looked li
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The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. I stared at Orion, my mind spinning so fast I felt dizzy. I had spent every second since waking up in this timeline believing I was utterly alone—a solitary ghost haunting the living.“And why are you telling me this?” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and terror. I needed him to say it. I needed to know I wasn't insane.“Because in my last life you didn’t agree to my offer,” Orion said, his gaze never wavering. “You stayed in that house. You let them drain the light from your eyes. But today? You look stronger. You look angrier. When I saw the way you looked at the contract—and the way you looked at me—I figured I was not the only one who got lucky and was given a second chance.”The realization hit me like a physical blow. The spare and the rival were both relics of a future that had already ended in blood.“Your heart... it was taken too!?” I shouted, the shock finally breaking through. I slammed my
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“I was thinking to come get you myself” he added I ignored him."Where are the specs for the autumn line?"He didn't answer. Instead, he walked toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't stop until he was standing directly in my path, forcing me to look up. The air between us felt thick, charged with the kind of static that precedes a lightning strike."In this room, there is no Vanguard and there are no specs," he whispered. He reached out, his fingers grazing the edge of my drafting stool. "And there is no Mr Joe. That name was for the letters. For the world."I felt my breath hitch. "Then who am I speaking to?"He stepped closer, invading my personal space until I was backed against the edge of the heavy oak table. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, the heat of him radiating through my thin blouse."Call me Orion," he murmured.The name felt like a secret, something ancient and powerful."Orion," I repeated, the syllables tasting like silk on my tongue.He smi
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