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10: THE NIGHT SHE TOOK HER NAME

Penulis: Francesca Chow
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-23 03:09:06

It wasn’t the kiss that undid her, it was the way she stayed after. She hadn’t slept in two nights; not truly. Every time her eyes closed, she saw Amy, she saw the coldness in her eyes after the kiss, heard the silence she left behind like it had weight. She tossed, turned, sat up, lay down but nothing helped. You look too much like her, that sentence haunted her. Who was her? What did Amy mean? Was she just a substitute for someone else? Ellie sat up in bed, chest tight, enough was enough. She dressed quickly, dark riding pants, high boots, a cloak. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun and crept out of the house like a thief, no one saw her, no one ever did when she didn’t want them to. She rode hard into the night, through the trees, along the forgotten roads. Out toward the outskirts of the city where the smoke of New York gave way to fog and forest. That’s where Amy lived, a towering emerald mansion, half castle, half ruin, draped in ivy and thorns. The iron gate stood open l
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  • VELVET GUN   127: PARIS, AWAY FROM THE WORLD

    “…DARLING… DARLING… DARLING…” The plane’s engines hummed beneath them as Paris approached, the City of Light unfolding beneath the clouds like a dream Ellie and Amy had only dared whisper about in private. The long, turbulent months—the wars of legacy, the conspiracies, the threats, the endless dance of power and loyalty—were behind them, if only for a moment. The city sparkled below, bridges arching like silver threads over the Seine, streets winding with stories that had nothing to do with mafia legacies or political influence. Ellie rested her head lightly against Amy’s shoulder, hands entwined. For the first time in what felt like years, she exhaled without calculation, without the tension of being the vice president of the Machetes, without weighing every glance for hidden meanings. Her black wedding gown had long been replaced by a simple Parisian ensemble—a tailored jacket, slim pants, boots that had walked across the Finn estate grounds countless times. But none of it matter

  • VELVET GUN   126: THE DAY OF ETERNITY

    “Love does not wait for the world to understand it—it conquers, it endures, it triumphs.” The morning sun spilled across the Finn-Merchetti estate like liquid gold, illuminating the sprawling grounds, the perfectly manicured gardens, and the long black carpet that led toward the chapel. Today, the air was thick with anticipation—not just for a wedding, but for history itself. The estate had transformed into a cathedral of grandeur: black velvet draped archways, crystal chandeliers swaying gently, and flowers in shades of white and crimson lining every pathway. Every detail was meticulously orchestrated, each decision echoing the power and elegance of the families involved. Chiara moved swiftly, clipboard in hand, barking quiet orders. “Alba, the east gates. Make sure no one unexpected. slips through.” Alba nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon like a hawk. Isadora was meticulously adjusting the arrangements near the altar, her fingers brushing the petals B as if coaxing them into pl

  • VELVET GUN   125: THE LAW OF LOVE AND FIRE

    “Courage is not the absence of fear, but the choice to act despite it. Love, like power, demands its defenders.” The Finn and Merchetti Mansions were alive with a rare, vibrant energy. Four weeks had passed since the births of their twins, and today was marked for the naming ceremony—a tradition both intimate and ceremonial, blending the quiet elegance of family life with the grandeur that had come to define their households. Ellie, now fully on her feet and radiating renewed strength, moved with a grace that belied the exhaustion she had endured in the months prior. Her eyes shone with a light only love and survival could illuminate. Amy, equallyradiant, exuded the controlled fury of a woman who had carved empires from chaos. Though her business dealings spanned continents, and the shadow of her reputation stretched across governments, it was the quiet, intimate power in her home that seemed to soften her edges—yetonly slightly. The naming ceremony had been carefully orchestrated

  • VELVET GUN   124: QUIET…AFTER

    “The heart remembers even in silence. Love, grief, and life—woven together, unyielding, undeniable.” Recovery and healing after loss, reclaiming family and love, and finding joy in life despite tragedy. Two months had passed since Giulia’s death. The house, once heavy with tension and fear, now hummed with the quiet rhythm of recovery. Ellie moved slowly through the living room, carrying the twins, their tiny bodies tucked securely against her chest. Their soft coos and gurgles were a delicate counterpoint to the echoing emptiness that had followed Giulia’s demise. Amy was in the kitchen, her movements calm but purposeful, preparing a late breakfast. She glanced up when Ellie entered, a soft smile touching her lips. “How are they today?” Amy asked, her voice warm, a faint undertone of concern threading through it. “They slept well,” Ellie said, lowering herself onto the couch. One twin squirmed and stirred awake, letting out a small cry. Ellie adjusted the baby in her arms, whispe

  • VELVET GUN   123: MOTHERED

    “Some battles are fought not in war, but in the quiet of our homes, where love and danger walk hand in hand.” Unexpected violence shatters the peace of family life, testing love, trust, and the limits of protection. Ellie lay in bed, finally sinking into a rare moment of calm. The twins, her little miracles, rested beside her, their tiny bodies curled up like perfect little seashells. She traced a finger along the curve of one of their cheeks, marveling at how soft they were, how incredibly alive. Amy had been at her side all day, bringing fruits, food packages, and even roses. But as always, Amy tasted each bite before letting Ellie have it. The care, the devotion—it was exhausting to watch and deeply comforting at once. “You really don’t trust me to eat, do you?” Ellie asked softly, letting out a small laugh, brushing a wisp of hair from her forehead. Amy smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Ellie’s temple. “I trust you,” she said, her voice gentle, “I just… can’t risk it. No

  • VELVET GUN   122: FIVE DAYS, TWO BABIES AND A THOUSAND VISITORS

    “Family is messy, love is patient, and miracles sometimes come in twos.” Ellie had been in the hospital for five whole days now, and each day seemed to bring a parade of visitors. Honestly, she had lost count of how many faces she had seen walk into her room, each one brightening the sterile hospital walls with chatter, laughter, and a little bit of chaos. She lay back on her hospital bed, twins swaddled snugly against her chest, and let herself breathe. Five days. Five days of recovery, five days of feeding schedules, five days of people fussing over her and the babies, and five days that felt like a lifetime of gratitude. The first visitors of the day were, of course, Lena and Max. Max, being Max, wasted no time teasing the tiny infants. “Are these supposed to be babies, or are they my toys?” she asked, squinting dramatically at them. “They’re real, Max,” Ellie laughed, her voice still a little hoarse. “I promise. Not toys. Not even remotely squishy like your dolls.” Max poked o

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