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111~Eva’s POVMy crying did not slow down.If anything, it grew worse.It felt like something inside my chest had cracked open and refused to close again. Each sob tore out of me, sharp and ugly, leaving my throat raw and burning. My shoulders shook so hard I could barely stay upright. The hospital air felt cold against my skin, smelling of antiseptic and loss.Then my mother’s voice cut through the noise again.“Eva,” she said, calm but firm, the way she spoke when she wanted control. “Stop crying. Enough now.”That was when everything broke.I pulled away from her touch as if it burned. My chest rose and fell violently, my breaths uneven and desperate. Fresh tears spilled down my face, hot and endless. My hands curled into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms.She had no idea.None of them did.They had no idea what I had done in that room. No idea how close I had stood to Chairman Fridolf’s bed, how pale his skin had looked against the white sheets. No idea how my hand

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112~Velma’s POVI was still drawing when sleep took me.One moment, my pencil was moving slowly across the paper, shaping soft lines and shadows, my mind half focused, half drifting. The next, everything went quiet. The room faded. My hand relaxed. The sketchbook rested against my chest as I slipped into sleep without meaning to.I do not know how long I slept.I only know I woke up because someone was calling my name.“Mom.”The voice was close.“Mom,” Jaden said again, softer this time.I stirred, my lashes fluttering as light filtered into my eyes. The first thing I saw was his face hovering over me, his brows slightly pulled together, his lips curved into a small, patient smile. His hair was a little messy, his school uniform already loosened like he had rushed straight to me.I pushed myself up slowly, the sketchbook sliding off my chest and onto the bed.“Hey,” I said, my voice rough with sleep. I smiled at him. “You are back already?”He nodded, his smile widening. “Yes.”I re

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113~Velma’s POVTheron stared at me the moment the reporter’s voice finished speaking, and before I could say anything at all, the tears broke free.They did not come gently. They rushed out of me like something that had been waiting for permission. My chest tightened so suddenly that I had to grip the edge of the couch to steady myself. My breath came out uneven, loud in my own ears, and the room blurred as my eyes filled.“He was recovering,” I said, my voice shaking as I looked at Theron. “They said he was stable. They said he was doing better. How does someone go from that to… to this?”Theron moved closer immediately, the floor creaking softly under his steps. He knelt in front of me, his face full of concern, his eyes searching mine like he could hold me together just by looking hard enough.“Velma,” he said gently. “Breathe. Just breathe for me.”I tried, but the words only seemed to push the tears harder.“It does not make sense,” I continued, my hands trembling as I pressed

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114~Velma’s POVHe exhaled, then smiled back, a little sad, a little proud. “You always surprise me,” he said.I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. “You made me this way,” I whispered.He kissed my hair gently, the kind of kiss that stayed a second longer than it needed to, like he was trying to store the feeling somewhere safe.“I will let you go alone,” Theron said quietly. Then he pulled back just enough to look at me properly. “On one condition.”I already knew that tone. I let out a slow breath. “Theron…”“You get a bodyguard,” he said calmly, like he was stating the weather.I rolled my eyes without thinking. “That will make everyone stare. It will put a spotlight on me. I do not want that.”He crossed his arms, completely unbothered. “Then you are not going alone.”I looked at him. I really looked at him. His face was relaxed, almost gentle, but his eyes were set. That look meant the decision was already made.I smiled slowly, a little amused, a little tired. “

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115~Velma’s POVI smiled.It was not the kind of smile people give when they are pleased, and it was not sharp enough to be called cruel. It was quiet and measured. The kind of smile that comes from having already made peace with something painful.“And you?” I asked gently, my voice steady as I looked straight at her. “Do you truly love him?”The question landed heavier than I expected. I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, in the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides, as if her body reacted before her mind could catch up.“Or,” I continued, keeping my tone soft, almost thoughtful, “is all of this just for show?”For a brief second, her eyes widened. Just a flicker. Just enough to betray her. Then she pulled herself together, her face hardening like a door being slammed shut.“You have no right,” she snapped, the words coming out sharp, defensive, rushed.I did not raise my voice. I did not step closer. I simply held her gaze.“I had every right,” I said quietly. “He w

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~116Dylan’s POVI did not expect to see her there.But I stood there, rooted, my mind racing, my heart pounding too hard, my eyes locked on Velma as she calmly removed her dark glasses and spoke with a steadiness that made my throat burn. She did not shout. She did not plead. She did not look afraid.She claimed her place.And God help me, I was proud of her.The discussion that followed was stiff, controlled, polite in that dangerous way people become when they know reputation is watching. The executives kept their voices low, their faces neutral, because no one wanted rumors spreading, no one wanted drama attached to a death that already carried too much weight.She asked about the burial arrangements with a calmness that made it clear she was not there to perform grief for anyone’s comfort. She listened. She spoke when needed. She did not stay longer than necessary.And then she stood to leave.Something in me panicked when I saw her turn away.I moved without thinking, my feet ca

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117~Dylan’s POVI was still standing where Velma had left me, frozen like a statue in the dim light of that room, my hands clenched at my sides and my chest tight, as though the air itself had thickened. The moment hung suspended, heavy and brittle, each second stretching into something unbearable. And then his voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and deliberate.“Dylan,” Eva’s father said, firm, carrying that weight of authority that left no room for hesitation. “We need to talk.”The sound reverberated against the walls and through my head, snapping me out of the fog that Velma’s presence had left me in. I turned slowly, my movements stiff, my jaw tight. My mother was beside me before I could even think, her hand pressing against my arm like she was anchoring me, her touch possessive and soft at once, a silent warning not to do anything reckless.“We will talk inside,” Eva’s father added, his gaze sharp. “All of us.”I nodded, slow, deliberate, though it felt like my c

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118~Velma’s POVI had been moving through my usual routine all day, sketching on my iPad, refining the lines, shading, losing myself in shapes and color. The quiet rhythm of the pencil and stylus against the screen was soothing. I wasn’t ready to face Dylan, Eva, or even the reminders of the world outside my little bubble, so I didn’t go to work. Theron and Jaden kept me company, their laughter and chatter filling the apartment, letting me pretend that life could be simple, normal, like it used to be before grief, before betrayal, before everything tangled together.The hours slipped by, and the sun rose higher, finally marking the third day for my grandfather’s burial ceremony. I moved slowly, deliberately, pulling my black dress over my shoulders. It was elegant, minimal, respectful, the kind of outfit that drew no attention, not that I wanted anyone to look. Theron helped me with the clasp at the back, his hands brushing lightly against my skin, and I felt the familiar warmth of h

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119~Velma’s POVI nodded, taking the box gently into my hands. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, though I could feel the tremor in it. The guard gave a curt nod and turned, disappearing back into the shadows of the parking lot.I watched him leave, then turned back to my bodyguard, who was waiting patiently in the car. “Let’s go,” I said softly. His nod was the only response I needed. The hum of the engine filled the silence as we drove through the city streets, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the asphalt.The box felt heavy in my lap, though not from its weight. It was the kind of weight that pressed on your chest, the kind that made your hands shake and your heart race. I kept my eyes fixed on it, my fingers tracing the edges of the lid, wondering what secrets it held.When we finally pulled up to my house, I exhaled, a long, shuddering breath, and opened the car door. “Thank you,” I said again to my bodyguard, my voice quieter this time, almos

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120~Velma’s POVTheron nodded slowly, not pressing, not asking. That was him. He knew when to give me space, knew when to let me process in my own way. Jaden’s small hand rested on my arm, grounding me, and I let myself exhale.“I know it’s going to be sad,” I said quietly, my voice shaking a little. “And I’m… not ready yet. I need some time.”Theron’s hand brushed lightly over mine. “Then don’t,” he said simply. “There’s no rush. You can wait until you’re ready.”I nodded, feeling a small flicker of relief. I folded the letter back carefully, held the doll to my chest one more time, and then allowed myself to lean back into the couch, letting my body sink into the cushions.Jaden’s little face lit up, his eyes sparkling with sudden mischief. “Let’s play a game!” he exclaimed, hopping in place as if the idea itself had injected him with energy.I smiled, the corners of my lips lifting softly. “A game, huh? Alright. What do you have in mind?”“Hide and seek!” he shouted, clapping his

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