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Chapter One Hundred Forty One: Bruise

Alliyah AgustinI sneaked inside Chester’s study room once again, hoping that this time I would find something more useful than ridiculous books about sex positions.Carefully, I checked every shelf one by one, my eyes scanning the spines of the books and decorative boxes that filled the room. My gaze lingered on the corners and edges, especially the ones that looked slightly out of place. I was specifically looking for a secret compartment—somewhere he might have hidden documents about his dealings in the underground.The study smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. Everything inside it looked neat, organized, and harmless.But I knew better.My hands gently brushed against the desk standing at the center of the room. My fingers moved slowly along its edges until I suddenly felt something uneven beneath the surface.A smirk slowly formed on my lips. “I knew it. There’s something here,” I murmured quietly.I examined the underside of the desk more carefully until I f

Chapter One Hundred Forty Two: Livid

Alliyah AgustinAfter we arrived at the clinic, the doctors examined her carefully and eventually handed us several prescriptions—ointments, creams, and other medications she might need for the next few days.Once everything was settled, we returned to the car. The air outside was cooler now, the sun slightly dimmer as clouds slowly gathered in the sky. I asked her to drive me to the locations of my parents’ businesses.Satana glanced at me curiously while starting the engine, clearly intrigued by the sudden request. As she drove, she began asking questions about it, and I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was genuinely impressed.“Wow, so like…your parents own the only mailing factory in this city, and they also sell parts for numerous cars?” Satana commented as she kept her eyes on the road. “Don’t you know that’s rare?”I turned to look at her intently, my brows furrowing in confusion. “My parents are the only mailing company in this city? That seems impossible.”“It i

Chapter One Hundred Forty Three: Confront

Alliyah AgustinBefore that man left, I noticed how every employee seemed visibly relieved—like a heavy weight had been lifted off their shoulders. And for some reason, that only made my anger burn even stronger.“Why didn’t anyone tell me that someone new was hired here?” I demanded, my voice sharp as I scanned each of their faces.“Especially you,” I added, pointing directly at the person who was most likely the acting manager. “Shouldn’t you be the first one to inform me about something like that?”“I—I thought you already knew, ma’am…since it has your parents’ signatures,” they explained nervously.I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, but the explanation only made everything worse. My chest tightened, and my thoughts began to spiral.Before I could say anything else, someone gently pulled me away from the scene, giving me space to breathe.“Alliyah, you’re tense. Chill,” the voice said softly.I nodded, though my breathing remained uneven. I tried to process everything all a

Chapter One Hundred Forty Four: Confront (Two)

Alliyah AgustinThere was a long, suffocating silence—thick enough to feel, heavy enough to press against my chest.No one spoke. No one even dared to shift too much in their seats, as if the slightest movement might shatter whatever fragile control we still had left. It felt as though every person in the room was holding their breath, carefully choosing what to say next, weighing each word before it could even leave their lips. One wrong sentence…and everything might unravel beyond repair.Chester’s gaze flickered between Kass and me, uncertainty tightening his expression before he let out a slow, heavy sigh—the kind that carried far more meaning than any explanation he could offer.“Didn’t you ask me before why I was speaking to your parents?” he began cautiously, his voice measured, almost too careful.My gaze sharpened, but I didn’t interrupt. I simply stared at him, unmoving, waiting for him to continue—waiting to see where this would go.“It was about that,” he said, quieter no

Chapter One Hundred Forty Five: Hide

Alliyah Agustin“What is it that makes you come all the way here and risk yourself—my plans, everything you’ve been working on?” I asked, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.How could I not feel nervous in a situation like this? For goodness’ sake.“It’s about your parents. We found them…but it seems like they’re not really your parents,” he said, handing me a video.For a moment, I couldn’t process his words. My mind refused to catch up, so I simply pressed play.The footage showed them inside an infirmary—bright lights, sterile walls, and an unsettling stillness that made my chest tighten. They were answering questions, but something about it felt wrong. Their voices were flat, their expressions distant, almost hollow.It was as if they couldn’t remember anything that had happened. Not a single trace of recognition, not even a flicker of familiarity. It was strange—no, more than strange. It was deeply, disturbingly wrong.And the way they spoke, the way they moved…it was obvious.

Chapter One Hundred Forty Six: Tied

Alliyah AgustinI was breathing heavily, each inhale sharp and uneven, like my lungs were struggling to keep up with the panic building inside me. My wrists throbbed painfully, the coarse rope biting into my skin as it held me tightly against the chair. Every slight movement only made it worse, the fibers scraping against raw flesh.I didn’t know where I was.It was quiet.Not just quiet—deafeningly quiet. The kind that pressed against your ears until it felt like something was about to snap.The last thing I remembered…I was in my bed, almost falling asleep. Then there was the sound—my door bursting open. Heavy footsteps. Shadows moving too fast for my eyes to fully catch. I didn’t hesitate. I fought back. I always did.And I did fight.I managed to take a few of them down—enough to surprise them, enough to make them realize I wasn’t going to be easy. But they were stronger. Bigger. Too many.Too much.When they realized brute force wasn’t working fast enough, they changed tactics.

Chapter One Hundred Forty Seven: Help

Satana“Where’s Alliyah? I haven’t seen her all day,” I asked one of the workers as I passed through the wide halls of the mansion, my voice laced with quiet urgency. The man barely spared me a glance before shrugging indifferently, continuing with his duties as if my question carried no weight at all.That didn’t sit right with me.A strange, creeping feeling settled in my chest, heavy and suffocating, refusing to be ignored. Today was supposed to be a celebration—Chester Villanueva’s birthday. He had been gifted a staycation somewhere far from the city, a place meant for rest and indulgence, since he mentioned he was stressed out and wanted to get away.And yet, instead of feeling at ease, I felt…uneasy.Was she forced to go with him?The thought came uninvited, sharp and unsettling. Kassandrah had always struck me as someone capable of cruel, calculated punishments disguised as decisions.It wouldn’t be unlike her to send Alliyah away under the guise of something harmless when, i

Chapter One Hundred Forty Eight: Beaten

Alliyah AgustinI forced my eyes to stay open despite everything my body had been through the night before, though I wasn’t even sure if it was still the night before—or if days had already passed without me noticing. Time had become a blur, slipping through my fingers as pain took over every inch of me, making it impossible to tell how long I had been tied up in that suffocating silence.After enduring countless blows—fists colliding with my skin, a baseball bat striking me over and over again—I truly believed I wouldn’t make it out alive. There were moments when darkness threatened to consume me completely, when I thought my body would finally give in, but somehow, against all odds, I was still here, still breathing, still fighting to stay conscious.Everything hurt. Every small movement sent sharp, unbearable pain coursing through my body, and even breathing felt like a struggle I had to win every second. But there was nothing I could do except endure it, to cling to whatever st

Chapter One Hundred Forty Nine: Argue

Satana“So she’s safe now?” I asked as we walked side by side toward the forest, the sound of our footsteps muffled by the damp earth beneath us. The air felt heavier than usual, thick with the lingering tension of everything that had just happened. “It’s a good thing those Astleys let us go.”“Didn’t you hear?” he replied, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to the path ahead. “We’re in a truce with the Astleys now—at least until we figure out who’s really behind all of this…whoever’s been pulling the strings and pushing us to tear each other apart.”“A truce?” I let out a short, disbelieving breath, my brows knitting together. “Damn, I’m only hearing about this now. Why didn’t you tell me?” I added, the question laced with irritation. It didn’t sit right with me—him keeping something like that.He let out a quiet scoff. “And what? You think you would’ve performed well if you knew that after infiltrating the Villanueva family mansion?” he said, raising a brow at me. “Yo

Chapter One Hundred Fifty: Confined

Alliyah AgustinWhen I finally woke up, the first thing I noticed was the heaviness in my body, as though every muscle had been weighed down by something invisible, something suffocating. Pain spread through me in slow, dull waves, making even the smallest movement feel exhausting. Breathing became a struggle, each inhale shallow and unsteady, as if the air around me had thinned.Panic crept in almost immediately, tightening its grip around my chest. For a moment, it felt like I was drowning—like I was desperately reaching for air that refused to come.I forced myself to calm down, closing my eyes briefly as I focused on steadying my breathing, trying to remind myself that I was still here, still alive, even if my body felt like it was betraying me.Then I felt it.Warm hands gently wrapped around mine, a stark contrast to the coldness that clung to my skin. The warmth grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of my spiraling thoughts. Slowly, I turned my head to the side, my visio

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