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Alliyah Agustin-AstleyDinner passed in a suffocating silence. The only sounds filling the wide dining room were the faint clinks of silverware against porcelain and the soft rustle of fabric whenever one of us shifted in our seat. I deliberately chose not to sit beside him. Alexander didn’t comment on it. He didn’t even glance in my direction when I pulled the chair farther away, as if he had expected this small rebellion from me. Maybe he had. After everything that had happened—the letters, the walk, the arguments—my thoughts were a tangled mess, spiraling endlessly in my head.I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the cruel reality that the people I trusted most could betray me so easily. That someone could reach into my life from the shadows and twist it without ever showing their face.“Yesterday,” I finally said, breaking the silence. I kept my eyes on my plate, pushing a piece of food around with my fork. I could feel his gaze settle on me immediately, heavy and unblinking. “W

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyThe entire ride home passed in heavy silence. The city lights blurred past the windows, but I barely noticed any of it. All I could feel was exhaustion—bone-deep, soul-crushing exhaustion—and an overwhelming sense of gratitude that I was no longer there.Every time I closed my eyes, the memory came back. The phantom sensation of filthy hands brushing against my skin, the sound of fabric tearing, the helplessness that had pinned me in place. I flinched, my fingers curling tightly around my own arms as if I could erase the feeling through sheer force.“Are you… comfortable telling me what happened?” Alexander finally asked from the driver’s seat.His voice was quiet, carefully restrained, but when I looked at him, I saw the tension in his clenched jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders. He was furious—barely containing it.I swallowed hard and rubbed my arms again, the motion automatic. “They were… trying to remove my clothes,” I said, my voice trembling. “They—”

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI bit my lower lip the moment I realized how many eyes were following us. People slowed down, some whispering, others outright staring as the five of us walked through the mall in an odd formation, clearly searching for something.My gaze flicked over my shoulder. All of them were still trailing behind me like a mismatched entourage.“You know,” I said shyly, hugging Niali closer to my chest, “one or two of you could’ve come. There’s really no need for all of you to follow me.”“Nonsense, Ms. Ali,” Malix replied immediately, adjusting his jacket. “Besides, we heard there isn’t much grocery stock left in the estate. We’ll fetch some supplies while we’re here.”Before I could respond, Orange’s eyes suddenly sparkled.“Oh, look—there’s a pretty chick over there. I’m gonna get her number. Wait here—ah!”He barely took a step before Dexter smacked his shoulder again.“Dex, why do you keep hitting us?” Orange whined, rubbing the sore spot dramatically.“Because all of

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“That’s a very specific question,” I said quietly, lowering my gaze to the food on my plate and pretending to be absorbed in it.“You still do?” he asked again.I shook my head. “No. I don’t.” After a brief pause, I continued, my voice firm despite the ache in my chest. “But I do have strange emotions bottled up inside me whenever his name—or hers—is mentioned.”“Is it because you don’t want them to be happy?” Alexander asked calmly. “Is that what’s stirring those feelings inside you?”“It’s not about wishing them misery,” I replied, exhaling slowly. “It’s more like…I can’t help but wonder how they could be happy after every cruel thing they did to me.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “So doesn’t that mean I truly don’t love him anymore—especially after all those betrayals?”Alexander remained silent, offering no immediate response.I clenched my fists beneath the table, tension building in my chest. “And you said earlier that I was a gem candidate,” I ad

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Alexander, do you know what happened to Victoria Smith?” I asked casually, though my voice betrayed a hint of hesitation. “I heard she’s missing. It’s all over the news, a lot of her fans are going crazy about it.”We were seated across from each other at the dining table, the soft clink of cutlery filling the otherwise quiet room. Time had slipped by unnoticed—he had gone out earlier and returned without much explanation, only asking me to cook dinner. And now, here we were, sharing a meal as if everything were normal.He didn’t look up right away. Instead, he continued eating, his movements unhurried, deliberate. Then he finally spoke.“The woman who put you in danger?” Alexander said coldly. “I couldn’t care less about her condition or her well-being.”The sharpness in his tone sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. There was no anger in his voice—just indifference, which somehow felt far more unsettling.I bit my lower lip, my thoughts tangled. I knew I