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**************CHAPTER 135~Kaia’s POV~Before heading there, I decided to stop by the city plaza to pick up a few things.It felt right—bringing something small. A peace offering, even if what I was about to ask might shatter whatever delicate peace we had left.The city plaza was bustling, alive with the low hum of afternoon activity. Vendors called out their deals, the scent of roasted chestnuts and fresh pastries wafted from nearby carts. People moved around me with weekend ease, clutching shopping bags, holding coffee cups.I wandered into a quaint little shop nestled between a florist and a wine bar. The kind of place that smelled of aged wood and cinnamon, where everything on the shelves seemed to carry a little history.After a slow walk through the aisles, I picked out two bottles of fine aged wine—one white, one red. The white had a light, crisp smell when I held the cork near my nose, and the red promised something more profound, almost velvety. I added a box of gourmet ch

*****************CHAPTER 137~Blaze’s POV~The music thumped low through the floorboards, a steady pulse that did nothing to match my mood. The bar was dimly lit, all amber tones and fading neon signs. Glasses clinked in the background, people laughed too loud, flirted too shamelessly, and somewhere in the far corner, a couple was already halfway to scandal on a leather booth.I wasn’t really here. Not mentally, anyway.Draven and Kayne sat across from me at the high table, drinks in hand, throwing words around like they actually meant something. I wasn’t listening. Couldn’t, really. My mind kept drifting back to her, Kaia. The way she looked at me the last time we spoke. I exhaled, swirling the scotch in my glass. The ice had already melted, leaving behind a watered-down amber disappointment.“Blaze,” Draven said, nudging me with his elbow. “Are you even here right now?”I blinked, finally looking at them both. “Remind me why I’m here again?”“Because if we left you in that big-a

**************CHAPTER 139~Kaia's POV~A gentle knock came at my door, familiar. I looked up from my phone, blinking away the haze of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said.The door creaked open and Blaze’s grandmother peeked inside with a soft, expectant smile. “Kaia, dear. Are you free?”I sat up straighter. “Yeah… I totally am. What can I do for you, Grandma?”“I’m heading to the market,” she said, stepping fully into the room. “And I want you to come with me.”I blinked, mildly surprised. Ever since my arrival, going market shopping has been rare. We had house helps doing that for us, but now that Grandma Black asked, it was already suspicious on its own. “Ooookay… that sounds nice. But you could’ve sent one of the staff. You know, save yourself the stress.”She waved a hand like I’d just suggested something ridiculous. “True. But I’ve been cooped up in this grand old house since I arrived. A little day out won’t hurt. Might even do me some good.”I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my

**************CHAPTER 141~Kaia's POV~By the time we got home, the sun was already kissing the edge of the horizon, casting a warm amber glow across the marble floor tiles. The house felt unusually still—quiet in a way that made every footstep echo a little louder than necessary.“Thanks for today, Gram,” I said as we stepped through the front doors.She turned to me, smiling, and gently took my hand in hers. “Not at all, my dear. I should be thanking you. You indulged my whims and listened to me ramble.”I laughed softly. “It wasn’t rambling. I had fun. More than I expected.”“Good,” she said, squeezing my hand. “Run along now, you need all the rest you can get.”Her words carried a kind of maternal finality, and with a graceful nod, she turned and made her way down the corridor to her wing of the mansion humming softly under her breath, while I made my way upstairs.I had barely reached the door of my bedroom when my phone vibrated in my bag.Bethany.Her name flashed across the sc

**************CHAPTER 136~Kaia’s POV~I must be dreaming. No, no—this had to be a mistake.I stormed out of the study, the paper still clenched in my hand, my pulse drumming in my ears so loud it muffled everything else. The hallways blurred around me as I moved, barely registering the paintings on the walls, the family photos I used to adore. Everything felt foreign now—like I was walking through someone else’s life.The living room opened up before me, bright with late afternoon sun spilling through the tall windows. Just then, I heard the door click open.“Kaia?” my mother called as she stepped inside, grocery bags in hand.She smiled—softly, warmly—but it faded the instant she saw my face. I held the papers up like evidence in a courtroom.“Tell me this isn’t true,” I said, my voice trembling but sharp, like glass held on the verge of breaking.She froze in the doorway, her eyes flicking to the papers, then back to me. “Kaia, where did you—?”Just then, my father walked in from