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LISA I froze the moment I saw him. Adrian. My blood ran cold immediately I saw him. I’m not meant to be afraid of him but each time I see him, I remember hurtful moments. He stood near the exit like some angry statue. Black jacket and I cold face. He wasn’t happy. *Will he take revenge for the slap I gave him…. I didn’t mean for it to go viral* my thoughts kept hitting my head, till I heard Raya whisper. “Oh God… why is he here?” Adrian didn’t move… he really looked like some assassin after my life right now. My stomach twisted. He started walking toward us, slowly and deadly. Raya muttered, “Don’t panic. Don’t cry. Don’t throw up. Lisa don’t show him you are scared.” “Too late,” I whispered. Even his steps could show his anger and people turned their heads as he approached, whispers rising. “Is that him?” “That’s Adrian Hale, right?” “The one from the video?” “ yeah Monica’s boyfriend or will I say fiancée “ My heart dropped to the floor. I know he won’t l

ADRIAN The cold followed me all the way to the boxing club. Or maybe it wasn’t the cold. Maybe it was Lisa’s voice still echoing in my head. *“You left me.”* *“You threw me out.”* *“Brian treats her better than you ever did.”* I slammed the club door open with my shoulder. “Yo, Hale,” someone called from the ring. “You look like you wanna kill someone.” I ignored him. I yanked off my snow-coated jacket, threw it onto the bench, and rolled my sleeves up. My hands were shaking, from cold, rage, jealousy… all of it. Lisa’s laugh. Her scared eyes. Her soft voice when she said *“We’re divorced.”* The way she stepped away from me today… I grabbed the wraps from my bag and wound them around my fists. Tight…..Tighter. Until my knuckles throbbed. I walked straight to the punching bag. And I punched. Hard. Once. Twice. Again and again. The chain holding the bag rattled wildly, each hit fueled by the memory of her pulling her wrist out of my hand… st

LISA Brian wouldn’t stop staring at me.It was annoying.And also… not annoying.Ugh.I sat cross-legged on my messy floor, scrolling through name ideas like I was choosing a baby’s name instead of a secret Instagram identity.Brian was lying stomach-down on my bed, chin in his hands, kicking his legs like a teenage girl on a phone call.“So?” he asked again. “Do you have a name?”“I’m thinking.”“You’ve been thinking for an hour.”“Your voice isn’t helping.”“My voice is fantastic.”I threw a marker at him again for the up tenth time. He dodged it making my efforts effortless. “Lisa,” he said, more seriously now, “you need a name that feels like you. Something Catchy Something bold. Something no one can copy.”I sighed and rubbed my forehead.“What about *Silver Siren*?” I muttered.He wrinkled his nose. “That sounds like a shampoo brand

MONICA I slammed my phone onto the nightstand, my nails digging into the wood. How dare she? That mask girl!!!…. The Silver Veil or whatever had the audacity to post again, and worse, someone had tagged me in the comments. I swiped through the notifications, my stomach twisting. **“Who is this mask girl? She’s trying too hard.”** I stared at the screen. My heart thumped in a weird mix of rage and… something else. It’s frustrating. I couldn’t sit still. I paced across my bedroom, muttering curses under my breath. Every time I glanced at the screen, my pulse spiked. She was everywhere. Everyone was talking about her. And I couldn’t even see her face. I needed answers. Someone who knew. Someone who could… help….. but where will I get such help from. I stormed into Adrian’s room, swinging the door open without a knock. “Adrian!” My voice came in, “Have you seen this girl? Do you know who the hell she is…. I know you are a playboy and know almost all the girls in Alaska.” He lo

LISA Adrian moved toward, filled with rage. Brian tightened his grip on my waist as Adrian was right in front of us. “Lisa,” he said, with his voice low. “Enjoy this while it lasts.” I raised an eyebrow. “Enjoy what?” “You pretending you’ve moved on.” He leaned in slightly, forcing Brian to pull me even closer. “You’ll crawl back,” he whispered. “Real soon.” I actually laughed. It came out unexpectedly, in a cold manner. “Keep dreaming,” I said. His lips pressed into a thin line. If Brian wasn’t beside me, I swear Adrian would’ve said worse or even strangle me. Monica suddenly appeared beside him, still glued to his arm like a piece of gum. Sucks!!. “Baby, there you are,” she chirped. Adrian didn’t even look at her. He kept staring at me. Then, slowly, like he wanted to make sure I watched. He grabbed Monica by the chin and kissed her. Soft and gentle. Her eyes flew wide; she definitely didn’t expect it. I froze, not because I cared… but because the pettiness