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CLARISSA.Weeks later, we were back at the house, safe and away from the pangs of Anthonio and the Cloak. The house was quiet in the way only late nights ever are, not peaceful exactly, just paused.I was sitting on the couch with my feet tucked beneath me, one hand absently resting against my stomach, the other holding a mug of tea I had reheated twice and still forgotten to drink. The lights were dim. The city beyond the windows hummed at a distance, softened by the glass walls of the house. For once, nothing was demanding my attention. There were no emergency calls, no meetings bleeding into one another, no whispered threats hiding in polite conversations.I had been thinking about how strange it was to feel stable again.The company was steady. My father, for all his silences, had stopped unraveling in front of me. Even Bruce had gone quiet lately, as if whatever calculations he had been running had shifted into a holding pattern. And the baby… the baby was a constant, grounding p

CLARISSA.The night pressed down like a weight, thick and suffocating, as we moved through the abandoned warehouse. Every step echoed against the concrete walls, a reminder that even empty spaces could betray you if you weren’t careful. We had cobbled together an alliance forged in necessity and though old grudges simmered beneath the surface, we all understood one thing: Antonio, and the Cloak, had to end tonight.We set the plan in motion with precise timing. My father, reluctantly agreeing, took the bait. He carried the moral weight of our trap without protest, aware of the stakes even as guilt clung to him like a second skin. The “moral loophole” he had once dismissed as minor was now the lever we needed. Antonio’s obsession with control would lead him right into it.Devan had been working feverishly to manipulate the remaining threads of the Cloak’s network. The chaos Isabella had unleashed had given us a small window, a temporary blind spot in Antonio’s otherwise omniscient surv

CLARISSA.The city felt smaller now, though it hadn’t changed. The streets, the towering glass facades, and the relentless hum of traffic all seemed to pulse with a quieter rhythm, a rhythm that existed only because the chaos of the past weeks had been contained, at least in public.I sat near the front of the lobby, the polished marble beneath my hands cold and firm, trying to reconcile the absurdity of the moment. Cameras flashed incessantly, journalists whispered into microphones, and a dozen screens broadcast live feeds of the press conference across the city. Bruce stood at the podium like a figure carved from charisma itself, commanding the room with a fluid confidence that made me both admire and question him.Devan’s hand rested lightly on my back, grounding me. I felt the reassurance radiating from him, a silent anchor in a world that suddenly seemed performative, artificial, and dangerous all at once. He leaned slightly forward, following Bruce’s words with that meticulous a

CLARISSA.Weeks had passed since the chaos of the Cloak, and life had begun to settle into a rhythm I almost didn’t recognize as my own. The company hummed with efficiency, my team thriving under a leadership I never thought I would embrace with such confidence. Bruce and Devan’s public partnership had stabilized the business, drawing accolades and cautious admiration alike, their image carefully curated and entirely believable. And yet, beneath the surface of that corporate calm, I felt something shift in me, something far more intimate and enduring.The news hit me on a quiet Tuesday morning. I was alone in my office, reviewing quarterly reports, when the words on the screen seemed to shimmer and warp into something impossible, a message from my doctor: I was pregnant again. The room held its breath with me, the air suddenly thick and electric. My hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling, as a wave of disbelief gave way to an almost unbearable joy.

DEVAN.The party downstairs didn’t slow when Clarissa failed to come back, and that was the first thing that set my nerves on edge: the way laughter kept rising, glasses clinking, voices drifting lazily through the halls as if nothing in the world had shifted. As if the house itself hadn’t noticed that something vital had just stepped out of alignment.At first, I told myself she just needed air. Clarissa had been glowing all evening, but there had been a tightness beneath it, something restless behind her smile. A rooftop conversation with Bruce wouldn’t be unexpected. Unwelcome, yes, but not unthinkable.Five minutes passed. Then ten. The space beside me stayed empty.