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Kael's pov My chest heaved as I continued to run on the treadmill. Sweat dripped down my spine, my muscles burning, silently warning me to stop but I didn't. I needed the pain. I needed the fire in my body and the pounding of my heart to drown out everything I was thinking. But no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn’t escape the image of Arian’s face last night. I couldn't escape the tears that made his eyes wet. I couldn't escape the breaking of his voice when he asked me to leave him. I gritted my teeth as I continued on the beeping treadmill. My phone buzzed over and over again, the screen lightening up every minute. I ignored it at first, but then a notification caught my eye. ‘tagged in a group chat.’Who tagged me? Why would anyone tag me in the first place? With a sigh, I turned off the machine. I picked my phone and swiped it open.And froze as I saw the messages. The screen was filled with endless heart emojis and ‘congratulations’ texts. I saw notifications about News ar

Arian's pov By the end of the day, I was exhausted. From the whispers of Hazel's engagement, to my breakdown before class, to the work at the library. I'm just glad the day has finally ended. I just managed to drag myself home. On the way, I remembered my car was still with Kael's mechanic. I don't even know the condition of the car and I wasn't ready to ask. I don't want him to think I'm looking for an excuse to talk to him. When I turned to the corner of my house, I saw someone standing in front of the place. My breath caught and my heart skipped. He was a tall man with broad shoulders. It wasn't Karl Palmer and it wasn't George or Luke. Those are the people I know that could visit me without an invite. For a second, I thought Karl Palmer had sent someone else. Maybe this was another attempt to rip my life away.His posture was too still and kind of calm. He wasn’t pacing like a lost stranger, nor did he have the restless energy of a neighbor waiting to speak. He was waiting for

Arian's pov “This powerful man you are talking about… Who was he?” I asked, my voice sharp but trembling underneath. “The man you were with. The one who wanted you dead.”His eyes darted to mine, then away, like he was debating whether to tell me or not. When I noticed his hesitation, I pressed. “Just the name of the person. It will make your story believable.”Finally, he whispered, “Karl Palmer.”The name detonated inside me like a bomb. My stomach dropped, my blood ran cold, but I didn’t let it show on my face. I forced my face into something neutral, almost blank, even as my heart began to thunder violently in my chest.Karl Palmer? Kael’s father? The very man who had tormented me, threatened me and almost sexually assaulted me?“That’s… a big name,” I said flatly, trying all my possible best to feign ignorance.“It all started when I got a job as his driver. I thought it was simple until long nights became secrets. He took me to different places, showing me the benefits of havi

Kael's pov With nowhere else to go, I sat in the driver’s seat for long, longer than you can imagine. Hours had passed since Mr Kim's unwanted visit and my father's voice still ran in my head. I called my mother almost immediately but it was of no use. She wants me to come home.Which home? The same home my father lives… never. I wouldn't go there. But I told her with the little warmth left in me that I'll find a way to figure it out myself. Since then, the car has turned into my only shelter and I must adapt until I figure it out. I spent my time scrolling through my contacts with no one to call. I don't have friends, I just know a few people. People I couldn't bother with my problem. People I met through my father. After that, I put my headphones on, listening to music. Music was the only good thing left for me. I didn't know dusk had swallowed the sky until a tap on the passenger-side window snapped me back.I turned, and my jaw tightened instantly. Hazel.She stood there in a

Arian's pov Andy's words kept reeling in my head, causing sleep to elude me. I tossed and turned, thinking about everything he said until I drifted to sleep without knowing. Now, someone was knocking, knocking persistently. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and for a moment, I thought about ignoring it. But then, I remembered a stranger slept in this house last night. Maybe the person knocking came for Andy. So I managed to stand up, to see who it was. As I got to the living room, I heard a familiar voice. “Arian,” George called, dragging out my name like he owned me. “Open up. We need to talk.”My stomach tightened in a kind of disappointment. Of all the people to knock on my door, it was him. Why?I almost pretended I wasn’t home, but something in me, the same stubbornness that had survived his lies and betrayal, pulled me to the door. I opened it just enough to see his face. “Well, well,” he said, his eyes sweeping over me like I was something on sale he didn’t want but would take f