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Chapter 1 — The Price of Silence

LyraIt had all started a few hours earlier. I had rushed out of Rafael's apartment, my shoes in hand, my heart in disarray, my eyes swollen with rage. My phone was still buzzing, but I couldn’t even read his messages anymore. There was nothing left to save. Neither us nor this lie he called love. I had walked for a long time, aimlessly, in the cold, until Cassandre called me. As if she knew. As if she was waiting for me. — I’m in town, she said. Come. I’ll take you for a drink. You need to clear your head, little sister. Little sister. She never said that. The word snapped in the air like a trap. I should have been wary. But I was too broken. Too alone. So I said yes. The bar felt unreal, like a scene from a film too bright. Cassandre welcomed me with a quick, almost sincere embrace. She wore a simple yet provocative black satin dress, and earrings that sparkled like blades. — You look gorgeous, she whispered. Even in ruins, you radiate something incredible. I managed a smile. O

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

Chapter 2 – A Poisoned Heat

AlexandreShe collapses in my arms without warning, like a weight of fevered silk. My first instinct is to push her away. She smells of alcohol, chaos, urgency. And yet, I stay there. Her fragile body fits against mine with disarming familiarity. I should be disgusted. I am. But not in the usual way. Not with the cold repulsion I feel for women who are too easy, those who throw themselves at the first rich man like heat-stricken dogs. She is different. I really look at her for the first time. And I freeze. This dress too demure for this bar. This clumsy makeup. Those disheveled, almost childlike hair. And that gaze… My God. That gaze. Clouded by alcohol, but not empty. A gaze that implores, that seeks an anchor. One last chance to feel something. To be seen differently. — You’re truly beautiful, she murmurs, gripping my collar, her voice thick. How much do you want… to spend the night with me? I feel my temples tense. — You’re looking for a man? Like this? Stumbling? — Obviously…

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Chapter 3 – The Shine Before the Fall

LyraI don’t know when I crossed the line. I don’t know if it was me who crossed it… or if it was him who drew it towards me.I remember his precise, insolent, patient hands.His voice, low, biting, brushed against my neck like a warning.That gaze, locked onto mine, promised me both loss and light.The first caress was light, almost respectful.A finger tracing the line of my jaw, a palm resting on my ribs as if to count my bones, my flaws. He didn’t rush. He observed me. Tasted me. As if he wanted to learn my language, the one I never speak aloud.Then he moved closer. Closer still, so close that his breath made mine shudder.He said to me:— You can still leave.But his hand was already holding mine.And everything tipped.He was not brutal.But he was not gentle either.He was everything I feared: whole, whole to the point of indecency.His body slipped against mine with a certainty that took my breath away. Every movement, every pressure of his fingers on my skin felt preordained

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Chapter 4 – The Blood of Lies

LyraThe neighborhood reeks of resignation.The walls are covered in mold, leprous, blackened by time. The windows barricaded with boards or plastic sheeting tremble in the wind. With each step, my heels sink into cracked asphalt, soaked with dirty water. Torn trash bags lie in front of the stairwells, and a starving cat slinks between my legs with a growl.I move forward, my gaze low, my limbs still numb from that night when I gave everything, lost everything, regained everything.I ascend the stairs. The smell of rancid frying, damp laundry, and poorly digested anger envelops me immediately. In our home, nothing breathes. Nothing shines. Not even love.I open the door. It creaks as always.Cassandre is there. Slumped on the old brown couch with torn armrests, a cup of coffee in hand. Hair tangled. The look of a queen in a rotten kingdom.She shoots me an angry glance, eyebrows furrowed:— Where were you yesterday? You didn't come home! You must have ended up with that wild guy!Her

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Chapter 5 – What We Owe to Silence

CassandraI haven’t slept.I stayed there, on the floor, my cheeks burning and my fists clenched. The scene plays on repeat in my head: Lyra, that ungrateful one, that shadow I always thought I could control, slapping me in front of my parents. And now… a woman in pearls and heels, bodyguards, a luxury car. And Lyra, in her arms.It can’t end like this. Not like this.So I lift my head and stare at the man standing in my shabby living room. He has that look of someone who doesn’t tolerate “no.” I recognize that kind of man. They have everything. And they want everything.But I know how to play too. I’ve always known.— If you want to get Lyra back, I whisper with the calmest voice I can muster, you’ll need to reimburse us. Ten times what we spent on her. No, a hundred times.My parents gasp. My mother shoots me a shocked look, but I don’t pay attention. I can see that this man has the means. So I might as well take advantage of it.But he strikes me with a gaze so cold that I lose a h

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

Chapter 6 — Like a Waking Dream

LyraI have never seen a house so big.I stand frozen on the threshold, my mouth slightly open, unable to take another step. My gaze catches on the ceiling, the floor, the walls, as if I were searching for a flaw, a hint that all of this is just a theater set. But no. Everything is real.The floor shines beneath my feet. White marble, streaked with golden veins. So pure, so perfect that I fear to soil it with my worn shoes. The walls rise high, a creamy white bordered with finely carved woodwork. And the chandeliers… Lord. Cascades of crystal hanging, capturing light and scattering it into thousands of stars around me.I do not dare to touch. I do not even dare to breathe too hard. I feel like if I move suddenly, everything will collapse. And I will find myself back where I was yesterday: that gray alley, that dirty kitchen, that life without light.— Come in, my dear. You are home now, whispers the woman beside me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.Home.Those two words strike ha

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

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