All Chapters of Buried Once, Regret Forever: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Marianna's POVAfter the call ended…For a moment, I simply sat there, frozen.The city lights below the rooftop restaurant blurred before my eyes as those five words replayed in my head again and again.Someone knew I wasn't dead.My fingers tightened around the phone.The casual atmosphere from moments ago vanished."What happened?" Alexander asked quietly.I swallowed hard.Someone called.Alexander's eyes narrowed.“What did they say?”I slowly slid the device across the table.The memory sent a chill down my spine.I lowered my voice.“They told me I should have stayed dead.”For the first time that evening, Alexander's expression hardened.“Did you recognize the voice?”I shook my head.“No.”Alexander examined the number, and saw that it was private and untraceable. His jaw tightened.“Answer if they call again.”“What?”His gaze met mine. “Keep them talking.”“I don't think that's a good idea.”“I know.”The calmness in his voice somehow made everything wors

Marianna's POVSomeone who had officially died five years ago.Those were the only words echoing in my mind.Alexander remained motionless, his phone was still in his hand, while I looked at his face for an explanation. The calm, composed man I had come to know was still there, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. It wasn’t concern, it was fear. Not fear for himself but for me.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Alexander looked toward the hallway before answering.“Come with me.” He ordered, Without explaining further.He led me out of the bedroom, down the dimly lit corridor, and into his private study. Once we were inside, he closed the heavy oak door and activated a small device on his desk.A soft hum filled the room.“What is that?”“A signal jammer,” he replied without looking up. “No one can listen to our conversation now.”The realization unsettled me.“You think someone inside the mansion is spying on us?”“I don't think.”He

Marianna's POV“Don't turn around.”Alexander's voice was barely above a whisper, yet every word carried an authority that rooted me to the floor.My heart hammered against my ribs.“What is it?” I asked, fighting to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer.Instead, his right hand slowly disappeared beneath the edge of his desk. When it emerged again, he was holding a black handgun fitted with a suppressor. He kept it lowered, hidden from anyone outside the window.The study fell eerily silent that i could even hear the ticking of the antique clock on the wall.Immediately…There was a single knock against the window.A pause followed.Alexander's eyes never left the darkness beyond the glass."Stay behind me."My legs felt numb, but I obeyed.He stepped forward slowly, placing himself between me and the window."Whoever is out there already knows we're inside," he murmured."Then why aren't they coming in?""Because... they want us to come to them."A cold shiver crawled down my spi

Marianna's POV"I've waited a long time to meet you... Mrs. Crowns."The voice echoed through the underground passage, smooth and deliberate, carrying the confidence of someone who had planned this moment long before I had ever stepped into the tunnel.Alexander's body immediately shifted in front of mine, shielding me from the half-open doorway. His pistol remained raised, unwavering, while the guards behind us spread out, covering every possible angle.No one fired nor moved.The silence was suffocating.Then Alexander spoke."Show yourself."His tone was cold enough to freeze the damp air around us.A soft chuckle drifted from beyond the doorway."You've always been impatient, Alexander."I froze.The man knew Alexander personally. Not just his name, but the way he spoke suggested history. Years of it.The door creaked open another few inches. A pair of polished leather shoes appeared first. Then tailored black trousers. A long charcoal coat.Finally, the man stepped into the li