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Damien’s P.O.V“Thank you again, Mr Richard”His voice barely registered. I saw his mouth move, but the words slipped past my ears.My thoughts drifted—not to why he made the offer, but how it benefited me. I didn’t care about his reasons. If it served my purpose, it was good enough.Hiding from the media, even for someone like me, was a daily war. Money talks—but microphones scream. Reporters clawed for a headline, and even at night, they hunted. You’d think exhaustion would stop them. It didn’t...the man who was once an open book, now closed off, and under suspicion after his wife vanished.Having heavy accusations of murder and abuse on you as an elite member of society is no child's play; evading these accusations is worse and possibly impossible, but I refuse to believe that. I had exhausted nearly every plan— until one walked right in and offered themselves. This could fail, but as luck would have it, I was in no position to think otherwise.Just as a rescue mission, my guards

Hailey POVI feel like shit.I must have complained endlessly—though mostly to myself, not out loud. Apparently, that’s what I do best: silently drown in thoughts while pretending I’m fine.She kept talking, but her words drifted into the background, muffled by the fog in my head.“I want to blame you,” she said finally, voice steady and sharp, “but I can’t. I would not. I understand—or at least I think I do. It would’ve gone better if you had said something. Although…” she paused, eyes narrowing, “…I like the outcome of this one. Not just for you. Regardless, his blood would’ve flown if that’s what you wanted.”Her tone was firm, filled with a heat that sounded like it had been brewing long before I even brought him up.My lips twitched to the left, fighting the urge to say what we both already knew—she hated him.“I need to get the hell out of here,” I muttered, shifting on the bed. “Call the doctor.”“The f**k you are.”I froze.She rolled her eyes, exhaled, then burst out, “I’ll c

Loud voices pierce through the fog. My back aches; something hard and cold presses into my spine. It takes a moment to realise it’s an iron bar—maybe part of a couch, maybe a stretcher. I can’t tell. Everything hurts.My mouth is dry as dust. I could drink an ocean, but I’m not thirsty—just empty, like the world forgot to refill me. My eyelids are heavy, like sandbags soaked in regret.God, not again. Please don’t let it be another hospital.I try to move, but my limbs feel clamped down, locked in. A sob slices through the haze.“Please... I’ll do anything. I’m so sorry...”That voice—Zoey.The sound of her crying yanks me back. Each sob is a jagged reminder of something broken. I want to reach out to tell her I’m okay, but I can’t even lift a finger. My thoughts scatter, dragging me back to the accident—the screech of metal, the blinding white, and her face when I woke up. She’s been here before, watching me slip away.“Zoey,

Hailey’s POVMy head is pounding, and my mouth feels like I swallowed dust. Everything’s heavy — my eyelids, my limbs, my thoughts. The thing under me is soft, almost too soft. For a second, I melt into it, not wanting to move.Then it hits me.The memories — the running, the fear, the hands, the car, the darkness.I shoot up from the bed, the duvet clinging to me like a trap. “What the—” My voice cracks. I yank the blanket away and stare around.The room is massive. White and black with splashes of grey, elegant but cold. The king-sized bed I just escaped from could easily swallow a small apartment. On the left, there’s a door with a table beside it — flowers, books, perfectly placed decorations.Where the hell am I?I push off the bed, bare feet sinking into plush carpet. My hoodie clings to me, and when I look down, realisation stabs through me — my jeans are gone. Only un