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Her grip on the phone tightened.“…What do you mean he’s not safe?” she asked again, her voice edged with confusion.That was enough.⸻I stepped forward and took the phone from her hand.Not gently.Not roughly either.Just… decisively.⸻“Hello.”⸻Silence on the other end for half a second.Then—“Finally,” Kaleb’s voice came through, low and controlled.⸻My jaw tightened slightly.“Where are you?” he asked.⸻I glanced at Corleone.She was watching me closely. Too closely.Her eyes were still red. Still fragile.Still breaking.⸻I had planned to step out.Handle this away from her.But one look at her face—And I knew I wasn’t leaving her standing there, confused and alone.Not after everything she’d just told me.⸻“Say what you need to say,” I replied flatly.⸻A pause.Kaleb picked up on it immediately.“Not alone?” he asked.⸻I didn’t answer.Didn’t need to.⸻Another pause.Then his tone shifted slightly. More careful.“Fine. Then listen. Rafe’s moving faster than we thoug

She just sealed it. She just made Rafe’s deep down wish come to pass by making herself a target. Why wouldn’t she just be calm and let me handle things? Corleone’s words still hung in the air or maybe in my head. ‘I’m not staying out of it.’ To her, she may be supporting me but that kind of support wasn’t needed, not here, not in the presence of a maniac like Rafe. Rafe smiled. Nemir exhaled like he’d just been handed a gift. And me? I stopped thinking about negotiation because it was now worthless. There was no need to try to bargain any longer. “Then we’re done talking,” I said, my voice sounded somehow different and cold. Rafe’s eyes sharpened slightly. “There it is,” he murmured. “I was wondering when you’d stop pretending.” I didn’t respond because there was nothing left to say.We served under the same boss. It was only natural that we knew ourselves too well. Now, there was no more circling or testing, only action remained. Nemir moved first.That bastard has always bee

Today was the wedding. The day I had dreaded and anticipated all at once. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, feeling the weight of silk in my hands—the fabric of my own outfit for the day, neatly folded, waiting for me to step into it. Percy sat beside me, humming quietly, trying to lighten the tension, but I could see the concern in her eyes. She had noticed how distracted I had been since last night, how my laughter had been forced, my smiles hollow. “You okay?” she asked softly. I shook my head, exhaling slowly. “I… I don’t know if I can be. Not today.” Percy’s hand found mine. “Then you don’t have to. You just… survive it. One step at a time. I’ve got your back.” I gave her a small, grateful smile. She always seemed to know when I needed support without asking. But no smile could erase the image in my mind—the bathroom, Mom, the man, and that look she gave me when she realized I had seen it. ⸻ Mom’s suite was alive with activity. Stylists, makeup artists, a

The hotel lobby was alive with the kind of energy only a city in full bloom could generate. Polished floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, luggage rolled over the marble tiles, and the faint hum of distant elevators created a low, constant rhythm that I found oddly comforting. Mom walked ahead of us, her posture straight, the perfect balance of elegance and excitement radiating from her. She had insisted we arrive early to get settled, make sure the rooms were perfect, and double-check all the details before the whirlwind of the wedding began. Percy, of course, had immediately taken over the logistics. She was juggling our luggage, my mom’s bags, her own, and a detailed notebook of “hotel room contingencies.” Every floor plan, every possible route from the lobby to the elevators, had been memorized—or so she claimed. Davin, ever calm and quiet, carried his own bag but also kept a steady watch on the two of us, occasionally giving Percy a pointed look whenever she got too dra

Corleone’s pov“Stay back!” I yelled, pointing my hands at them.Deep down, I was trying to make my powers kickstart. Like it was supposed to do something for me to be able to save Shibeli. I wanted to save him. If I couldn’t, he’d die and I wouldn’t let him die. These people here, they would do anything to make sure he was dead and I didn’t know why or what he did to them.He was too weak. He had laid on the ground, probably dragging his last breath.“Shibeli.” I crouched down, tapping his cheeks. “Hey. Wake up, common.” I tapped him continuously.No, no, no. I readjusted my stance, dragging my eyes all over his body. He shouldn’t die like this. He was bleeding badly and needed a doctor.“I…have been watching you…for years.” Shibeli’s weak voice said, I bent a little so I could hear him.“Why?” I whispered.His eyes were barely open. “Because…” his labored breath dragged further. “….someone who knew your mother sent me.”I froze. My mother. “Where is my mother? Where is she?” “The