All Chapters of The Monster's Nemesis: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DOMINICEighteen hours and two surgeries later, the doctors finally declared that Marco has a better chance of survival. Having sustained so many internal injuries, he would be kept on a ventilator, though. And even when they would take him out of the vent, allow him into consciousness and into ICU, he would still not be allowed to talk or move.There was a collection of relieved sighs that came with the news as I reached into my phone. Aurora had already left by then to hunt down Carlos and the bunch of assholes in the car, and when I called and informed her, she told me in a deadpan voice, “Let me know when he wakes up.”I have known her way too long to recognize that she has been crying. That voice…that deadpan, throaty voice I have heard once before – the day she left Chicago to get away from Marco. And ironically to

LILLIANAOur eyes locked—no warning, no soft lead-in. They snapped to each other like magnets forged in fire, refusing to waver. It didn’t matter that we weren’t alone in the room. The world around us dulled into static, and every person became peripheral. For that one breathless moment, it was just us. Him and me.“Let’s give them some privacy,” Mia’s voice sliced through my daze, gently anchoring me back to reality. I blinked, momentarily remembering her warmth—the first to greet me with a bear hug when I’d shown up unannounced, drenched in uncertainty.Viktor offered a small, restrained smile on his way out, a subtle act that was probably the most emotion he could spare. Samantha rested a soft hand on my shoulder, her touch light but grounding, before she too exited. The door closed with a final thud that seemed to echo in my chest.I stood frozen.Relieved.Conflicted.Exhausted.Drenched in the storm of too many feelings,

LILLIANAA hand kept tugging at my elbow until I finally let go and jerked myself away. I might actually thank Viktor later for keeping me from murdering her, but right now, I wanted to punch him instead. “Never did I think in my life that I would have to say this, but let’s not get carried away.” He sighed and turned to her. “Sophia, give us the name of the idiot who spilled the news to the media, and you can go back to your one million followers.” The pain must have subsided, given the way she bared her teeth like an ugly hyena. “I know what you both are trying to do,” she sneered. “Good cop-bad cop? Like that’s going to make me talk.” “This is hilarious,” I muttered dryly and looked at Viktor, who was evidently offended for being tagged as a ‘good cop.’ Sophia practically crapped on his reputation of being the bad guy in a room. And right now, he was standing in a room with two girls. “Is that what you think? We are playing a fucking script here? Ta

DOMINIC  Taking my eyes off the road, I glanced at her a few times and then focused ahead. Beside me, Aurora was sitting calm, collected, and awfully quiet. A stark contradiction of her regular personality. Absently and quite often, she would reach out and touch the rose gold band around her throat: a benevolent, but sexiest nonetheless, collar, gifted by none other than Marco.  It was so evident that she was missing him, and so annoying that she stubbornly disagreed. On top of that, some poor man’s Linkin Park rock music was blasting from my speakers. When did my choice in music get so terrible? On the next red light, I turned it off and tried to be conversational. “So, are we going to pretend that you are not being weird again?” I asked. “Shut up, look ahead and drive, Dominic,” she deadpanned, pointing at the green signal. “Your lack of emotions is fascinating, Aurora,” I said, flooring the gas pedal. “Some days, I even

LILLIANAOne month later I leaned back my head and watched the stretch of primrose sand, the hue as gentle and nostalgic as a vintage photograph. Every fiber of my being hummed with satisfaction.  A month has passed by since the dark storm we had endured. A month to break barriers and rebuild life as we wanted as our own. After the accident, it took almost three weeks for Marco to find the strength of move on his own, albeit with the help of a cane, which he detested to the core. Viktor and Dominic busied himself in cleaning up the mess, while I spent most of my time with Anna and Noah. Sometimes, Mia would insist I join her for the charity events and dinners too. And then, one day, Ralph came up with an impromptu vacation plan for Sicily—the native hometown of my father and mother. Mia and I leaped on the idea and sketched out the plan within an hour before anyone had a chance to refute.  The next thin