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Charles stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a small white box.A first aid kit.“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, instinctively folding her arms over her chest.He didn’t answer. He just held up the box and smirked.Her eyes widened. “How did you know?”Charles stepped forward, his voice low. “I know when you’re hurt.”Emily blinked, stunned.“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I can handle it. Thank—”She reached for the box, but before she could take it, Charles moved.In one smooth motion, he stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind him, and locked it.“Hey!” she said, backing up. “I didn’t invite you in. This is my private space.”Charles turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “You know what? You don’t always have to act tough.”She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.“A simple thank you would do,” he said, walking past her and sitting on the edge of her bed like he belonged there.Emily stood frozen, her heart pounding.But a soft m

The driver gave one final glance in the rearview mirror and smirked…a slow, satisfied smile. The car pulled off the main road, down an overgrown path riddled with potholes and shadows. Emily slumped in the backseat, unmoving, her head bowed, arms limp, her cat nestled unknowingly against her.He parked the car in front of a decrepit building…the kind with broken windows, graffiti-stained walls, and rusted steel doors that looked like they hadn’t opened in years. The concrete floor inside was cracked like old skin. The only light came from the thin stream of moonlight filtering through a collapsed roof.Two men emerged from the shadows, dressed in black. Without ceremony, they opened the door, took Emily’s motionless form, and carried her inside.They tied her to a chair in a room that smelled of mildew and long-forgotten dust. Her wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles tied to the legs of the chair.Emily stirred slowly. Her eyelids fluttered. A pulse of confusion beat at her t

“BOOoom!!!”The door didn’t open… it detonated.With a sharp crack and a gust of dust, it flew inward, splintering at the hinges, slamming into the wall like a final judgment. The three men surrounding Emily barely had time to turn before chaos erupted.Charles was the first through.Behind him, a dozen tactical men in full black gear flooded the room… silent shadows with precision in every step. Justin charged next, fury sculpted into every line of his face. Nancy, pale but focused, followed closely.Emily gasped, eyes wide in shock. Her battered form trembled as she looked up through the haze. The light from the hallway bathed Charles’s tall figure in gold, framing him like something untouchable.“He came…” she whispered, voice trembling against her cracked lips. A single tear streamed down her cheek.Her entire body clenched with emotion—relief, disbelief, a flood of gratitude so fierce it stole her breath. She had been ready to vanish. To disappear without trace, without rescue, w

Charles didn’t look away.Not this time.His eyes stayed locked on Emily’s, quiet and unwavering—dark with something unspoken, sharpened with restraint. The tension in the room didn’t need words; it was thick enough to crush the breath from both of them.Then he spoke—his voice low, even, but carved with weight.“Is that what you really want?”No sarcasm. No teasing. Just a question.A question that sounded like a door swinging halfway open—one she could close forever with the wrong answer.Emily didn’t blink.Her throat tightened as the silence between them stretched longer, like the universe itself was hesitating, waiting for her reply.Her heart pounded wildly, betraying her calm exterior. She could feel every inch of it—the ache in her chest, the sting behind her eyes, the gravity pressing down on her ribs as if her entire being was asking for a different outcome.But her mind was louder.You know the truth. He made his choice already.He won't fight for you.You were just the sto

The air was still, thick. And there, as if sculpted in silence, stood Charles.He was leaning back against the wall beside the door, arms folded over his chest. His gaze wasn’t impatient. It wasn’t soft. It just watched—quietly, deeply—like he already knew.She paused.Her breath came in a sharp draw, then a slow release—like her lungs had decided this was their moment to scream silently. Her eyes locked on his for only a second, but it was enoughShe had followed him once without hesitation. No questions. No second thoughts. Because she was once his avid fan, she believed he was harmless. When he offered her a job to care for his brother, she quickly accepted, seeing a chance to live under one roof with her long-time loved superstar. She was so curious about what was behind his tag name. Who was the real him if he was not in the spotlight?Now, she got to see who Charles Adam was behind the spotlight. He had made her fall, but he couldn't take accountability for it because he had a f