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Zyra pov.I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, letting my back rest against it as I slowly slid down to the floor. My body felt heavy like the memories themselves were pressing down on me and it was getting to me in a way I didn’t like at all. I whispered to myself as my fingers ran through my hair, tugging at it absentmindedly. It was hectic, really hectic, and I needed to do something about it but the truth is… I didn’t even know where to start. There’s no trace of who this person was to me. No clue, no hint, nothing. The thought of going back to the orphanage, to really know what happened, just made my chest tighten. How would I even go back there knowing the monster in my mind? My subconscious reminded me again, like it always did.I scoffed. Yeah, that’s true. But does the orphanage really have the answers I want? I mean, I was just dropped in front of a door. Nobody was around. Just me sitting on the floor with these big, puffy eyes, crying until I didn’t even kn

Zyra POVIs this man crazy… or just plain stupid?The thought slipped from my lips in a quiet mutter as I stood frozen in front of my bedroom door, my fingers still resting on the handle.For what felt like forever, I remained there, replaying everything that had happened earlier.The walk and strange tension.The way Rafael acted like he knew things he would never say out loud. I still couldn’t understand him.One minute he was distant and unreadable, the next he was acting almost soft, almost like he cared.It was exhausting.I let out a frustrated sigh and shook my head before finally stepping into the room.The soft click of the door shutting behind me echoed in the silence.I dropped onto the bed heavily, sinking into the mattress as tiredness spread through my body. It was ridiculous, really. We hadn’t even done much except stroll around, yet somehow my whole body felt drained with overthinking.The constant questions and the constant feeling that I was standing too close to a tru

Calus POV“Any news on them yet?”My voice came out low and controlled as I stepped into my office, the heavy double doors shutting behind me with a muted thud. The room instantly wrapped around me in its usual silence the kind of silence power creates. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable.My assistant, who had been standing near the wide glass window, turned immediately at the sound of my voice.“Not yet, boss,” she replied carefully.I loosened the cuff of my sleeve as I moved deeper into the room, my polished shoes gliding against the marble floor. Every step echoed authority. Purpose.Without another word, I made my way to the small crystal bar at the corner of the office and poured myself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled slowly as I tilted the bottle, catching the dim light from above.I lifted the glass to my lips, taking a slow sip before turning to face her.“So,” I said, my gaze narrowing slightly, “what information have you gotten on her so far?”She straightened, already k

Zyra POV“Alexander!”The voice came to me like an echo from another life. Distant Urgent and Shaking.“Open your eyes, baby. It’s mummy.” Warm arms cradled me against a trembling body, and even through the haze of fear, I could feel the woman’s heartbeat racing wildly beneath my cheek.A gentle hand tapped my face. “Look at me,” she whispered, her voice breaking.Slowly, my eyelids fluttered open. The first thing I saw was a white dress stained with spreading crimson.Then her hair, Long blonde strands clung to her bloodied face, sticking to her skin as tears and sweat mixed with the red running down from her forehead.I tried to focus on her features, but everything blurred, like smoke refusing to take shape. I could never fully see her.Only fragments.Her shaking lips, Her wet lashes and the terror in her eyes.“Get her away from here!” A man’s voice thundered from somewhere nearby.I turned slightly and saw the dark shape of a man holding a gun, his posture tense as he looked arou

Zyra POV“How are you feeling now?”His voice came from behind me just as the cool night breeze brushed against my skin.I turned slightly on the balcony and found Rafeal stepping out through the glass doors, his tall figure cutting through the warm light spilling from the hotel room behind him.For a second, I simply stared at him.The moonlight caught the sharp edges of his face, softening the usual danger in his expression.“Yes, boss, I’m fine,” I said quietly.My eyes drifted away from him and back to the breathtaking city stretched beneath us.India at night was unlike anything I had ever seen. The city lights glittered endlessly like stars scattered across the earth, while the distant hum of traffic and nightlife rose faintly into the air.It was beautiful.“This is beautiful, right?” I murmured, almost to myself.A small smile touched my lips. Rafeal moved closer, then pulled out a chair and sat opposite me, one leg crossing over the other in his usual controlled, elegant way.