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Chapter 141: The Face Behind The Darkness

MARION “Mmm…” A low groan slipped from Demetria’s lips as she tried to move, only to cry out in pain. “Ouch!” “Careful, Wildfire,” I murmured, standing quickly and leaning over her, trying to keep my voice steady. Anastasia hovered on the other side of the bed, eyes wide and glistening as she stared down at her friend. She came in a few minutes ago. It took a few moments before Demetria’s lashes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her face, her brows pinched, lips parted. She blinked a few times, eyes darting around the room until they landed on Anastasia… then finally on me. She tried to speak, but another weak groan escaped instead. “Hold on, girl. Don’t push yourself,” Anastasia said softly, brushing a hand over Demetria’s arm. Demetria closed her eyes again, taking a couple of shallow breaths before slowly blinking them open. “Wha— what…” She coughed, voice raw and trembling. Demetria’s eyes moved between us, dazed but searching. “What… happened?” she whispered, her voice hoa

Chapter 142: Mark's Betrayal

DEMETRIA “WHAT?!” I shrieked, the truth hitting me like a physical blow. “What the hell?” I whispered, still trying to process, my mind spinning. “Be careful, Wildfire,” Marion said softly, reaching for my hand. “Why would he do that to me?” I cried, tears spilling freely down my cheeks. “Is Mark really that cruel? Because of what?” “Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. “I’ve already called for his arrest. They’re bringing him in as we speak. I’ll go and see him soon. Just… relax, alright?” “I need to speak to him, Marion,” I said firmly, my voice trembling but determined. “Wild—” he began, but I cut him off. “No, Marion. I just want to ask him a few questions.” He sighed, eyes heavy with conflict. “Okay,” he finally said, his tone low and controlled. “But when you’re stronger. When you’re able to move around, you’ll go with me. Not before.” “But—” “No buts,” he interrupted, his jaw tightening. “Heal first.” “Fine,” I muttered, pouting l

Chapter 143: The Fury Of A Man In Love

MARION “Boss, they’ve arrested Mark, and he confessed. He had an accomplice,” Stephen said on the line, his voice tight. I stepped out of Demetria’s room, closing the door softly behind me. “...And who is it?” I asked, my tone low, controlled. A pause. Then Stephen answered, “Paula, Boss.” “What the hell? Is this true?” I snapped, the words harsher than I meant. “Yeah,” he said, quiet but steady. “From Mark’s own mouth. He confessed.” I swallowed, anger and disbelief tangling in my chest. There was a beat of silence, then Stephen’s voice came low over the line. “Boss—” “Alright. Stay close to her apartment,” I ordered Stephen, my tone clipped and icy. “Don’t let her out of your sight. And call the police, I’ll be there shortly.” “Yes, Boss.” I ended the call and immediately dialed Marcel. He picked up on the first ring. “Marcel, I just found out who Mark’s accomplice is,” I said, pacing down the hospital corridor. “It’s Paula.” “I was about to call you,” Marcel replied. “I f

Chapter 144: What Love Made Me Do

PAULA’S POV Before the accident… I sat low in the rental van’s passenger seat, the one that my cousin gave us. The city, a smear of sodium lights through the tinted windows. My fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on my thigh, the sting still fresh from my last line. Mark kept glancing at me, like I’m a live wire he’s afraid to touch. “Where is she?” I snapped, louder than I meant to. “You said she’d be back an hour ago.” Mark shrugged, voice thin with nerves. “Maybe she’s tied up. Busy in the bakery…” He tried to sound casual, but his knuckles were white on the wheel. “Busy?” I laughed, a hard bark that tastes like metal. “Busy wasting Marion’s time while I wait here like an idiot.” He swallowed. “Paula, calm down. We said we’d wait. If she’s late, she’s late. Don’t—” “Don’t what?” I cut him off. “Don’t get impatient? Don’t remind me why I need him back?” My smile was a blade. I felt it slide through him. We idled on the shoulder, headlights pooled in the asphalt, the highway most

Chapter 145: Where Healing Begins

DEMETRIA “Thank God! I’m so excited I can finally go home today,” I groaned. After two weeks in the hospital, I was more than ready to leave. The doctor chuckled. “Yes, Miss Hernandez, but we’ll need to put you in a wheelchair for a while.” “Oh, hell no! Can’t I just use crutches? I’ve already got a cast on my foot,” I protested. “You’re hurt, Deme,” Anastasia chimed in, crossing her arms. “Maybe wait a few days.” I frowned and shot the doctor a pleading look. “Doctor?” He sighed, clearly amused. “You’ll get the crutches, but you need the wheelchair to leave the hospital. It’s protocol.” “Nah, I’ll use my crutches just fine.” “But—” he started. “No worries, Doctor,” Marion interrupted as he stepped out from the corner of the room. “I’ll carry her.” “Mar—” I began, but he cut me off. “Be quiet and appreciate it, Wildfire,” he said with that signature smirk. Anastasia giggled. I rolled my eyes, but a smile crept across my face. “Fine. Whatever. I’m ready to leave.” The symp

Chapter 146: Her Smile, My Peace

MARION “Did you take your medicine, Wildfire?” I asked the moment I stepped into the bedroom. I’d rushed out of my meeting with my team, postponed half of it, actually, because the only thing on my mind was checking on her. The sun had already dipped, the sky tinted orange and purple. Almost time for dinner. She was lying across the bed, scrolling through her brand-new white iPhone 17 Pro Max. Her old phone had been ruined in the crash. “Yes, Marion,” she replied without looking up. “Good.” We’d gone to the hospital this morning to remove the tube from her chest and replace her cast. The scans were promising, her leg was healing well, and she’d be able to walk again soon. Exhaustion clung to her eyelids, soft shadows pooling beneath them. It would still take time for her to feel like herself again. “I want to start working, Marion. It’s been a month now,” she complained, watching me unbutton my shirt. Her eyes dragged over every inch of skin I revealed. Her tongue swept across

Chapter 147: Keys To Her Heart

DEMETRIA “Mmmm…” A moan released from my mouth, and I shifted when a warm, wet tongue swiped across my hard nipple. I went to move my hands, but when I realised I couldn’t, I fluttered my eyes open. At first, I was confused. After dinner last night, Marion put me in bed and I fell asleep. Slowly, I was beginning to regain my strength, but I found myself more tired than normal. The doctor said it was normal that my body was still healing after all the trauma it experienced, but I hated feeling tired all the time. Lifting my head and gazing down, I watched Marion as he feasted on my breasts. “What are you doing?” I moaned. Ignoring me, Marion cuffed my breast, circled his tongue around my nipple, and pinched the other one. Tilting my head back, pleasure built between my legs. He had tied my wrists down, but at my sides instead of above my head like normal. “Marionnn…” I called out. His hand moved lower, between my thighs. He brushed over my clit and teased it gently. “Be s

Chapter 148: When Justice Arrives

MARION The morning sun filtered into the beach house, warm and soft, as Demetria and I sat across from each other at the breakfast table. She’d been humming for the past five minutes without realizing it, drizzling syrup over her waffles like it was the best day of her life. I couldn’t stop staring. She caught me. “What?” She asked, arching her right brow. I leaned back, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You seem happy going back to the bakery.” Her entire face lit up. “Yes! Very. I can’t wait to dive into my craft again. It’s been almost a month and a half. I miss everything—the dough, the ovens, my babies.” She wiggled her eyebrows, making me chuckle. She’d been patient, well, mostly, and seeing her excitement now made every protective instinct in me soften a little. Before I could say anything else, the bell rang and the front door opened with a loud knock. Once. I knew that would be Stephen. He stepped inside, greeting us with a nod. “Morning, Boss. M

Chapter 149: Waves Of Peace

DEMETRIA “Have you seen the news, Bosslady?” Amanda asked the moment she walked back into the kitchen, her phone already in her hand. I wiped my hands on my apron and raised a brow. “What news?” She didn’t answer, just pressed her phone into my palm. The screen lit up with a flood of trending posts, videos, and headlines. PAULA WATKINS, MARK HARRINGTON & ACCOMPLICE SENTENCED TO LIFE IMPRISONMENT. Attempted murder trial concludes—victim Demetria Hernandez safe and recovering. Court footage: Female Suspect dragged out screaming. I exhaled slowly, my stomach tightening as I watched a clip of Paula being pulled from the courtroom, fighting the officers like a feral animal. Mark looked dead inside… except for the anger flashing in his eyes. “That’s what they deserve,” I finally said, my voice soft but firm. “They tried to destroy my life. And for what? Jealousy? Control?” For a moment, fear flickered deep in my chest, the memory of the metal crushing in, the smell of gasoline, t

Chapter 150: Promises Under The Stars

MARION “What are you thinking?” I asked Demetria, watching her smile with her eyes closed and her head tilted up toward the sky. The breeze lifted a few strands of her curls, and for a moment, she looked like she belonged to the ocean—soft, peaceful, glowing under the stars. God… I could watch her like this forever. This moment with her, listening to the waves crash softly, felt like a sweet dream that could be taken away at any moment. And that fear sat heavy in my chest more often than I liked to admit. “Just how sometimes this seems too good to be true,” she whispered. “While I was recovering from the accident in the hospital, I dreamt of moments like this. Also, moments where we were out on dates, living together, making love, building a family, and laughing together about private jokes that no one was in on except for us.” My fingers tightened around hers. We held hands between us, and I rubbed slow circles into the center of her palm. It grounded me. She really thou

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