LOGINI froze on the couch, my hands trembling, my chest rising and falling too fast.
The papers stared back at me, cruel and final, and for the first time, I felt the full weight of what had just happened. My parents’ legacy, the life I’d thought was mine, it was all gone.
Taken in the blink of an eye by the people I had trusted most.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and tried to steady my shaking hands. “I… I can’t,” I whispered. My voice broke. “I… I can’t sign. I haven’t done anything wrong. I…”
“You haven’t done anything wrong?” Zane’s voice dripped with venom. He stepped closer, looming over me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. “Do you call disappearing last night and running off with some stranger… not doing anything wrong?”
I flinched at the words, at the accusation, at the way his eyes—once warm, protective—now burned with mockery and hatred. “I didn’t… I didn’t run off with anyone! I went somewhere safe! You drugged me, Zane! You-”
“Don’t play games!” he snapped, cutting me off. “You think I don’t know what kind of woman you are? You’re a whore, Lily. You’re reckless, dangerous, and completely incapable of handling anything. You’ve humiliated me enough, and now it’s over.”
I gasped, the word hitting me like a punch to the stomach. My lips trembled, tears blurring my vision. “Whore? I… I am not… I didn’t…”
“You are,” Sophie chimed in from across the room, her tone sickly sweet, each syllable cutting me deeper. “And don’t think I don’t know, Cuz. We see you. All of it. Every little craving, every little thought that makes you weak. And we’re cleaning it up. Permanently.”
I could barely breathe. My body shook violently, my knees threatening to buckle. “Please… please don’t do this… I have nowhere to go. No one else… nowhere,” I whispered, my voice trembling so hard I thought it might break in two.
Sophie’s smile widened, the kind of smile that made the blood drain from my face. “Oh, Lily. That’s the whole point. You have nowhere to go, so it’s easier for us to make sure you’re gone from the equation.”
“You don’t… you can’t do this,” I begged, my words raw, desperate. “It’s not legal! It’s… it’s wrong!”
Zane sneered at me, the casual cruelty in his expression like salt poured into an open wound. “Legal? We don’t need the law to clean up your mess. You’ve already ruined everything you touch. And now… you’re going to leave. For good.”
I pressed my hands to my face, my fingers clawing at the skin, at the sobs that threatened to spill. “I… I can’t. I… I don’t have anywhere to go!” I cried. “I have no one else, please, I’ll do anything! I’ll sign anything, just… just don’t, don’t throw me out!”
Sophie’s eyes gleamed like a predator. She leaned toward me, her fingers curling as if she could wrap around my throat with the words she spoke. “Oh, you’ll do nothing, Lily. You’ll obey. Or you’ll learn just how little you matter in this world.”
I flinched, recoiling from her gaze. My throat felt raw, my body aching, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might tear free of my chest. “I… I’ve done nothing wrong! Please, I haven’t! You’re… you’re twisting everything!”
Zane laughed, low and cruel, the sound bouncing off the walls like a hammer. “Twisting? I’m seeing reality, Lily. And reality is that you are pathetic. You’re a joke. You’re lucky we’re even letting you walk out of here alive. But don’t think… don’t think this is a favor. This is a lesson. And you’re going to learn it the hard way.”
I fell forward onto my knees, pressing my palms against the polished floor, shaking. “Please… don’t do this… I have nowhere else! No one!” I begged again, my voice strangled with desperation. “I’ll leave, I’ll leave peacefully… just… just give me a moment, please!”
Sophie moved toward me like a storm, her high heels clicking against the floor with precise, terrifying rhythm. She crouched slightly to look me in the eye, her face twisted in mock pity. “No, Lily. Enough talking. You’ve had your chance. Now it’s time to go.”
“Please! where will I go? Where will I sleep?” I cried, reaching out, my hands trembling in her direction. “I have nothing!”
Zane crossed the room, looming over me like some monstrous shadow, his expression cold and unreadable. “You’ll figure it out. Alone. That’s your new reality.”
I tried to stand, tried to plead further, tried to reason with them. “I… I haven’t done anything wrong! You can’t… you can’t just throw me out!”
Sophie’s hand shot out before I could get more than a word out, and she grabbed my arm like a vice. The sudden force made me stumble. “You’re done talking, Lily,” she hissed, dragging me backward toward the door.
I fell against her, stumbling, trying to break free. “No! Let me go! Please, I’m begging you!” I screamed, my voice cracking, desperation turning into panic. “I have nowhere else! You can’t do this! Please!”
Zane moved behind us, looming in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his presence terrifying. “She’s staying gone. Permanently. That’s final.”
Sophie’s grip tightened, dragging me along with merciless efficiency. My knees scraped against the hardwood floor. I clawed at her arms, trying to stop her. “No! I’m your cousin! I trusted you! I loved you! You can’t do this! Stop!”
“You should’ve thought about that before betraying everyone,” Sophie said, her voice smooth, deadly. “Now, you’re going to leave.”
I screamed again, my voice raw, sharp, echoing through the apartment. “Please! I have nowhere else! No one! I—”
The front door swung open, and Sophie shoved me forward with shocking strength. I hit the threshold, teetering, and she shoved again until I stumbled out into the hall. Zane’s shadow followed close behind, ensuring I had nowhere to retreat.
I slammed against the closed apartment door, my fists pounding on the wood with all the desperation I could summon. “Please! Please! I’m begging you! Let me in! I have nowhere else! No one! Please!”
I could hear Sophie laughing behind the door, low and satisfied, her voice mocking. “Goodbye, Lily. Enjoy your new life.”
“No! Please! Please! I haven’t done anything! I… I—” My voice cracked completely, tears streaming down my face. I banged on the door harder, my knuckles raw, my body trembling. “I have nowhere else! No one! Please! I’m begging you! Open the door!”
Zane’s cold voice cut through the hallway. “You’re done, Lily. Stop crying. Stop begging. This is over.”
The lock clicked. Sophie’s voice, light and cruel, carried through. “Locked now, Cuz. Permanently. You’re on your own.”
I sank to the floor outside the door, my body trembling violently, tears streaming in hot, burning rivers down my cheeks. My fists fell limply to my sides. “No… no… please… I didn’t… I didn’t do anything…”
I banged on it one last time, sobbing, my voice hoarse. “Please… please… I didn’t do anything! Please! Please! Open the door!”
Nothing.
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