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ELIJAH I pulled away from him slowly, like I was afraid the moment would shatter if I moved too fast. Andrade didn’t stop me. He just watched me, his hands hovering for a second before falling back to his sides, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me yet. That alone almost made me cry. He had just said he loved me. Out loud. He had said it without hesitation. Without anger. Without fear in his voice. And he had asked me to marry him. My fingers curled slightly, like my body was bracing for impact that never came. My chest felt too full, like I had breathed in too much air and forgot how to let it out. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. My mind scrambled, searching for logic, for something that made sense. Maybe I had passed out on that beach. Maybe the heat, the crying, the exhaustion had finally caught up with me and I was face-down in the sand somewhere, dreaming up the cruelest, sweetest fantasy my brain could come up with. Andrade changing the decorations. A

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ELIJAH The mattress hit the back of my knees, and I sank down, pulling him with me. He settled over me, weight braced on his forearms, his cock pressing against my thigh, hot and heavy. Our tongues clashed together, tasting each other, the faint hint of pills I fed him on the jet. My hands found his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his tee, and I pressed closer, our bodies aligning perfectly. Andrade's free hand slipped under my shirt, palm flat against my stomach, fingers splaying wide as he explored upward. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down to my neck, where he nipped lightly at the skin. A shiver ran through me, straight to my core, and I tilted my head to give him better access. His teeth grazed my pulse point, sucking just enough to mark without bruising, while his hand pushed my shirt higher, exposing my torso. I tugged at his shirt in response, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His skin was warm, dusted with dark hair across h

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ELIJAH I stood inside the walk-in closet, adjusting the cuff of my shirt for the third time even though it was already straight. My reflection stared back at me—too calm on the outside, too loud on the inside. The house was quiet in that early-morning way that made everything feel suspended, like time itself was holding its breath. I heard soft footsteps behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Andrade. “You’re not in bed,” I said, still fixing my sleeve. He leaned against the doorframe. He was wearing a robe, hair still a little damp, his face relaxed in that rare way it only was when he slept properly. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked. I turned to face him. “You need to stay and recover.” He scoffed lightly. “I think the last three days can speak for itself. I mean…the way way I've been fucking the nuts outta you…” "Stop.” “And what exactly am I supposed to do here alone?” “You’re not alone,” I said. “Marisol’s here.

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ANDRADE I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. The dull buzz of my phone against the mattress was the only sound in the room. Bored out of my mind, I picked it up, mindlessly scrolling through messages. Elijah had been gone for a day now and he still hadn't called. I tried calling of course, but he wasn't picking. I should’ve gone with him. I shouldn’t have let him go alone, not with Renata still out there. I should've at least sent protection, even it was secretly. But my mum is in charge now and she listens to everything Elijah says to make sure I fully recover so she'll never give me access. And I had made a promise. He needed space to grow, I told myself. And I trusted him to handle things. I dropped my phone on the bed with a frustrated sigh. My thoughts were racing. What the hell is he doing out there? Something felt off. I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut. Maybe he was fine. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew something wasn’t right. A message pinged. An anon

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ELIJAH "Sebastián!” The air in the room was thick with tension, and my mind was racing. I didn’t understand what Renata was playing at. Sebastián had just collapsed, and I was sure he was dead—but then, there was no blood. Not a single drop. I blinked, trying to focus, but the only thing I could focus on was the heaviness in my chest. I looked to Renata, desperate to understand her game, desperate to do something that could change the situation. But I was tied up and couldn't do anything but watch. She was smiling, that same cold, cruel smile that had haunted me for so long. “It’s just a tranquilizer,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “He’ll wake up soon. But before then...” She glanced down at Sebastián, still sprawled on the floor, and shoved him aside like he was nothing more than a ragdoll, taking the papers from him. “Before then, I think it’s time we played a little game.” I turned to Andrade, he stood rigid, fists clenched, his face a mask of fury and contr

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ELIJAH Renata's hand moved in a blur, her gun raised to fire. But before she could pull the trigger, Camila lunged forward, stepping directly into the path of the bullet. The sound of the shot rang in my ears as Camila’s body jerked forward, the impact of the bullet sinking deep into her chest. The room seemed to freeze the moment the shot rang out. I saw it all in slow motion. The way her body jerked, the shock in her eyes. She didn’t even have time to scream. Just the bullet tearing through her chest. “Camila!” My heart stopped. Her hand reached out for Andrade, as though trying to protect him, but she crumpled almost immediately. “No!” I shouted, my voice hoarse, as I rushed forward. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. It happened too fast, too violently. She fell to the ground with a sickening thud, the blood already pooling beneath her, staining the floor crimson. Andrade’s eyes widened in horror. He turned around so quickly, his breath caught in his throat. I

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ANDRADE A week had passed since Camila’s death. A week that felt like a lifetime. The chaos had settled, but it left behind something far more haunting—an emptiness, a grief that wouldn’t go away. I stood in front of Camila’s grave now, the silence of the private cemetery wrapping around me like a thick blanket. The sky above was overcast, gray clouds looming, matching the weight in my chest. Elijah and Nora were behind me, the latter trying to console Elijah. But there was little comfort to be found in the world anymore. I could see it in Elijah’s face, the way he seemed to shrink with every step he took. Even with his bitter pass with Camila, he still cared for her. It was his loss too. Mama was kneeling beside Camila’s grave, her hands pressed to the stone. She was crying again, her sobs racking her body. She had been crying for days. I had tried to console her, but nothing seemed to help. The loss of Camila had shattered her in a way I never thought it could. Camila wa

148 — Epilogue

ELIJAH The morning light filters through the window, and I feel the weight of the world settle on my shoulders. Andrade is still asleep beside me, but my mind is racing. The wedding, our wedding, is just a week away. Every time I think about it, a mix of excitement and dread swirls inside me. The kind of dread that comes with knowing there’s so much to do and so little time to get it all right. I roll over and check my phone, another flood of messages from Marisol about the venue, the caterers, the guest list, and somehow, I’ve managed to block it all out for the last few days, hoping the process would slow down or at least feel less daunting.It's been months since Andrade and I decided to get married. We had all the time in the world for this, yes, but it feels like I'm the one not ready at every turn even though I want this with everything in me.“Morning,” Andrade’s voice breaks through my thoughts. He stretches beside me, his eyes still heavy with sleep. I smile at him, tryin

149 — Epilogue

ANDRADE Fuck, I'm getting married. The morning of our wedding felt like a whirlwind, but also a quiet storm in the back of my mind. I had been up early, my stomach doing somersaults despite my attempts to focus on the little details. The place was ready, the few guests were trickling in, and yet all I could think about was Elijah. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tux for what felt like the hundredth time, but I still couldn’t shake the nervous energy thrumming through me. I was wearing a very deep shade of brown picked by Elijah. I literally let him organize and chose everything so that today would be perfect for him. And that would make him happy on our special day. I wasn’t scared. I was second-guessing myself. Am I good enough for him? Will I make him happy? Today is the day I was going to make Elijah my husband. The weight of it was real now, and the finality of it hit harder than I anticipated. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for him. I wante

150 — Epilogue

ELIJAH The reception is a whirlwind of laughter, clinking glasses, and loud music. It’s supposed to be a celebration, and it is—don’t get me wrong—but it feels like I’m watching everything through a haze. I can still feel the weight of the day on my shoulders, the gravity of what just happened. We got married. Me and Andrade. It’s real now.The room is packed with our family and friends, everyone eating, drinking, dancing, and enjoying themselves. It’s everything I could’ve imagined for a wedding, yet... I can’t help but feel like I’m not fully here. My mind is buzzing with everything that happened today—how beautiful Andrade looked when I walked down the aisle, the way his eyes locked onto mine as I made my vows, how everything finally felt... right.But despite the joy and happiness, my mind couldn't help but drift back to Sebastián and Camila.We don't talk about them anymore, and that is why I couldn't stop thinking about them.Everyone walk on eggshells around that topic. A

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