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131: Need To Kill

[Arella] The ringing in my ears is deafening, a sharp, unbearable screech that drowns out everything else. My heart pounds against my ribs, hammering so hard I swear it might break through. What did she just say? "What?!" I sputter, the words barely forming as the world tilts on its axis. My throat is dry, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. I watch Ava’s lips move, the syllables barely escaping before her eyes dim. "It was...Deric Smith…" Then, she collapses against my shoulder, her body going limp like a marionette doll with its strings cut. A strangled sound escapes me. Panic—raw and unforgiving—roars through my veins, squeezing my lungs like a vise. "Doctor! Doctor!" I scream, my voice breaking, my hands gripping her body. It feels like an eternity before the door bursts open and the doctor rushes in, a nurse trailing behind her. They don’t hesitate. I’m shoved aside, my arms suddenly empty, and I stumble back, disoriented. My breathing is erratic, the walls pressing in, t

132: Memories Are Back

[Arella] Vivian is the first to notice me. Her eyes widen, not just from the sting of Deric’s slap but from the fact that I saw it happen. Despite the firestorm raging inside me, a self-satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. Trouble in paradise? I wonder what woman is strong enough to break these two apart. I ignore her. She’s insignificant. My gaze zeroes in on Deric, and he’s already looking at me. His eyes also wide but hold something foreign—something sickening. Like I’m the light in his dark world. Like… how he used to look at me. Disgust coils in my stomach. He steps closer, his fingers twitching as if reaching for me. But, all I see is him, drenched in a drunken haze, tossing money at my foster mother’s dying body like she was some disposable trash. “Arella…” His voice cracks. “It’s… you. I’m not dreaming, am I?” My hand moves before I even think. The sharp crack echoes through the room, my palm meeting his cheek with enough force to tilt his head to the side. But I don’t

133: The Truth Unleashed

[Arella]“My memories are back.”The words sound in my head like a bad omen, curling around me like smoke, thick and suffocating. For a moment, my heart stops.There was a time when I dreamed of this—of him remembering, of him looking at me the way he used to, of the boy I fell in love with in my sophomore year coming back to me.But things change.People change.And Deric? He became something else entirely.Apart from the small, fleeting shock that zips across my skin, I feel nothing now. Nothing but pure, numbing apathy.But beside me, there’s something else—something sharp, electric.Lincoln.The energy radiating from him is different, dangerous. A nervous, explosive energy, coiled tight like a wire about to snap. I can feel his restraint, the way his muscles lock in place, his breathing steady but tense.He’s waiting. Holding back.For me.For my move.Keeping my face blank, I yank my hands away with force, stepping back a few inches. My voice comes out steady, deceptively cold.“

134: Comfort Of His Love

[Arella]The door to the bathroom pushes open, and I can feel the urgency radiating off my husband before I even see him."Arella."His voice snaps me out of the haze of nothingness in my head."Huh?" I reply absentmindedly, barely registering him, my toes peeking above the surface of the water in the tub."You've been in here for more than an hour, love.""I have?" The answer slips out automatically, my voice distant.Today has dragged on forever. From Ava—her confession—to Deric and his memories… it all feels like too much. Like a storm swallowing me whole. My brain feels numb, detached, floating somewhere outside my body.After storming off with Lincoln in hand, I had barely registered coming home, nor the process of stepping into the bath. I don’t even recall undressing. The only real thing is the ice-cold bite of the water against my skin—sharp, unforgiving.That’s it. That’s the only sensation I feel.I barely register my naked body being lifted from the tub. My head swings slig

135: Trouble Brewing

[Arella]It’s still bright and early in the morning, but the relentless flashes of their cameras grate on my nerves. The sharp clicks echo in the air, merging with the low murmur of voices, a steady hum of chaos swirling around me.It’s been a week since the whole saga with Deric, and Zach and his crew have been fighting a losing battle against the paparazzi, who seem determined to hound me at every chance they get lately. Their persistence is almost admirable—if it weren’t so damn irritating.Who knew being in the limelight could be so suffocating?I steel my shoulders, inhaling deeply as I walk toward the chaotic crowd of reporters, their expectant eyes locking onto me the second I move. A tiny part of me regrets not just heading straight inside, avoiding the spectacle entirely, but I push that thought away. I refuse to cower.My gaze sweeps across the swarm of flashing lenses, scanning the faces in the crowd until it lands on the older man at the center of it all. My steps slow, a

136: Play dirty

[Lincoln]"Man, you look like shit."Benson barely gets the words out before my glare cuts him off. He raises his hands in surrender, slumping into the chair across from me with a loud sigh before tossing a thick file onto my desk."I'm just saying, sheesh. Look at your eye bags. How does sister-in-law even look at you with all this stress written all over your face?"I ignore him, rubbing the bridge of my nose before pinching the aching space between my brows. Sleep had been a luxury I couldn’t afford lately. My nights were consumed with crisis control, strategizing, and putting out fires that just kept sparking back up, worse each time. The weight of it all pressed down on me, but breaking wasn’t an option."Not in the mood, Ben" I bite out, voice rougher than intended.Benson exhales sharply but doesn’t push. Instead, he gestures to the file. I pick it up, flipping it open, my eyes scanning the contents. The deeper I read, the tighter my grip becomes.I stiffen."More damage?" M

137: Their New President

[Arella]"Aren't you going to give your grandpa a hug?"A smile blooms on my lips at the familiar warmth in his voice, the deep timbre laced with a fondness that tugs at something deep inside me. I let the door close behind me with a soft click, stepping further into the vast expanse of his office. The room is grand—polished mahogany, shelves lined with leather-bound books, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking view of the city skyline. But none of it commands my attention as much as the man sitting behind the imposing desk.His suit is sharp, crisp, and perfectly tailored, the deep navy fabric accentuating his formidable presence. Even with age tracing fine lines across his features, he remains a force of nature—unyielding, powerful, the kind of man who could silence a room with just a glance."Grandpa," I say softly, the word holding emotion.He stands, his movements steady, though my eyes catch on the walking stick propped beside his chair. He doesn’t lean on it t

138: Tension Between Brothers

[Arella]The soft hum of chatter fades the moment we step into the vast conference room, the shift in atmosphere almost tangible. The air is thick with a mix of expensive colognes, fresh paper, and the faintest hint of coffee, a testament to long hours spent behind these polished oak tables. Rows of leather-bound chairs line the glossy mahogany surface, the gleaming crystal chandelier overhead casting fractured light across the vast space.As we move further inside, I feel their eyes on me—sharp, assessing, some curious, others downright hostile. Their scrutiny presses against my skin, heavy and probing, like invisible fingers tracing every inch of my face. It all feels eerily familiar, yet foreign at the same time, as if I’ve walked into a place I should remember but don’t quite belong."Welcome, President Harold," a chorus of voices greets my grandfather, their reverence clear in the way they address him. His presence commands the room effortlessly, decades of power and authority w

139: Impending Face-off

[Arella]A ripple of murmurs spreads through the room, like the distant rumble of an approaching storm. Some board members nod, their wary gazes flicking between my grandfather and me, uncertainty evident in their furrowed brows."Second Master Silas is right, President Harold," one of them finally speaks, his voice hesitant but firm. He adjusts his cufflinks, eyes darting around as if seeking approval. "She needs training to be qualified for this job. How do we know—""With all due respect," I cut in smoothly, my voice slicing clean through the air, commanding enough to draw every eye back to me.Silence.I let it linger for just a breath, allowing the weight of my words to settle before continuing, my posture straight, my expression unwavering."As for experience," I state firmly, "I have spent years in Ames Finances, actively involved in its rise, and more recently, I contributed to the success of Chanax Enterprise. These are not mere words—they are verifiable facts." My voice rema

140: Awkward Elevator Ride

[Arella] The soft ding of the elevator signals its descent, the polished steel doors sliding close with a quiet hiss. The air inside is cool, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering from previous occupants."Hello, Arella," he greets smoothly."Hello, uh…" I trail off, my brows pulling together. I don’t even know his name."Ryder. I'm Ryder."I nod, offering a polite—if not slightly wary—response. "Hello, Ryder. A pleasure to meet my first cousin."He's First cousin, right? This family tree was an absolute nightmare, and if I tried to untangle it any further, I’d probably end up with a migraine. Who even decides these complicated bloodlines? Heaven knows what’s waiting for me next—second cousins? Twice-removed aunts? Some secret sibling I never knew existed? Nothing seems impossible anymore. The air between us grows thick, a weird sort of awkwardness settling in. This wasn’t what I expected. I’d braced myself for hostility, maybe even a dramatic accusation—So you think you

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