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91. A Feast Devoured

The night air was cool against Anny's overheated skin as she lay sprawled across the duvet, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just transpired. The stars above seemed to spin in lazy circles, indifferent witnesses to the debauchery that had unfolded on the private terrace. The silence of the night was not a peace, but a heavy, expectant tension that clung to the skin like the sweat and seed already coating Anny’s body. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths. The brothers had promised her more and they intended to deliver. They didn't give her time to recover. She was a feast and they were nowhere near full. Adriano shifted, his eyes scanning her ruined form with a possessive glint. He looked at the way her thighs were still trembling, the way t

92. Do the Dead Become Stars?

Anny's gaze was fixed on the coffin as it was lowered into the fresh grave. They were finally burying her stepfather again, giving him the proper rest he had been denied when his first grave was desecrated. This time, her heart hurt in a way she hadn't anticipated. The finality of it, the cold reality that he was truly gone, pressed down on her chest like a physical weight. Tears streamed down her face unchecked. Her eyes remained transfixed on the polished wood of the coffin as it descended inch by inch into the earth. Her heart clenched with pain, but beneath the grief burned something else, something fierce and unyielding. Determination. A promise to find whoever had done this. The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft whisper of wind through the trees and the distant call of birds. It was a beautiful day, cruelly so, the kind of

93. Promise of a Beautiful Day

Anny was excited. Genuinely, vibrantly excited. Morgan was already on her flight and would be landing in about an hour. She was getting ready to pick her up from the airport, but she had no intention of bringing her straight back to the mansion. No, they would spend the entire day out, having fun and catching up. She would only bring Morgan home late at night or perhaps not at all. A hotel suite seemed like an even better option. That way, Morgan wouldn't have to meet the Carter brothers at all and Anny wouldn't have to worry about them interrogating her best friend or making her feel like a criminal. She was certain the brothers' plan to search their shared apartment was already underway. That should be enough. If they found nothing in Morgan's room, their suspicions would be baseless and they could focus on finding the actual culpr

94. The Reunion

Anny spotted Morgan the moment she emerged from the arrivals gate, and all her carefully maintained composure shattered into a million pieces. "Morgan!!!!" she screamed like a maniac, losing every ounce of decorum she had been clinging to. Morgan's head whipped toward her, her dark curls bouncing, and their eyes met just as Anny broke into a run. Morgan released her luggage and sprinted toward her, and they collided in a fierce, desperate embrace. Heavens, Anny had missed her more than she had even realized. Their arms wrapped around each other, squeezing tighter and tighter, as if each was trying to pull the other inside her own body. It was the kind of hug that could only happen between two people who had been separated for far too long.

95. Ignorance Is Bliss

"Did you see that lavender dress I picked?" Morgan could not contain her excitement as Anny drove them toward the hotel. Morgan had suggested they check in early, rest for a bit and then go through their purchases again. Anny knew the exhaustion would catch up with her eventually, so she didn't argue, even though Morgan insisted she wasn't tired. "Heavens, the number of heads I'll turn with that dress," Morgan threw her head back with an excited squeal, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. Anny laughed softly, glancing at her friend with genuine affection. "I think the brown one would be incredibly pretty on you, though." Morgan pursed her lips thoughtfully, considering. "Yeah, it's gorgeous too. Would h

96. Weight of Suspicion

"Babygirl." Michele's voice washed over her like warm honey, immediately easing the tension in her shoulders. Anny sank onto the balcony chair, finally allowing herself to breathe. The cool evening breeze caressed her skin, carrying the distant sounds of the city below. The skyline glittered with thousands of lights, a beautiful backdrop to the turmoil churning inside her. "Michele." "How are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. "Totally fine. We've been having so much fun. Shopping, laughing, just... catching up." She tried to keep her voice steady, but the anxiety creeping into her chest was impossible to fully mask. Her free hand gripped the armrest of t

97. Something Was Wrong

When Morgan emerged from the shower, which had taken considerably longer than usual, she seemed better. But Anny knew exactly why her best friend had stayed so long under the water. Every single time Morgan was hurt, she would retreat to the shower to cry in private, letting the water wash away her tears and Anny hated that this time, she was the cause of that pain. The bathroom door opened with a soft click and Morgan stepped out wrapped in a plush white robe, her dark curls damp and clinging to her shoulders. She moved with a quiet grace that seemed almost fragile and Anny felt another pang of guilt pierce her chest. "Tell me," Morgan demanded as she smoothed lotion over her delicate skin, her fingers working methodically from her arms to her legs. "When do you plan on telling the Carter brothers that you love them?"

98. The Monster Wearing Her Friend's Face

Anny's mind raced as she sat in the back seat, her body still heavy with the lingering effects of whatever had knocked her unconscious. The night outside the car windows had grown darker, the bright city lights fading into the distance as they drove further away from the bustling streets. Her heart pounded against her ribs, each beat echoing in her ears like a warning bell. She recalled the tears Morgan had shed just hours ago. The way her best friend had clung to her, sobbing about love and trust and the groomer who had broken her. Anny had made her cry enough for one day. She couldn't bear to cause more pain. But the fear was there, coiling in her stomach like a serpent, refusing to be silenced. "Can I have your phone then?" Anny asked, her voice shaky despite her best efforts to sound calm.

99. The Man Behind Everything

Anny was tied to a chair, her wrists bound so tightly that the rough rope bit into her skin with every small movement. Morgan had not tied her with the tenderness of a friend, not with the reluctance of someone who had once loved her. There was no softness in the knots, no care in the way the coarse fibers scraped against her delicate flesh. This was the work of a stranger, of an enemy. Even when betrayals like this occurred, didn't the betrayers usually leave some small trace of their former affection? A slightly looser knot here, a gentler touch there, some tiny acknowledgment of the bond they were severing? There was none of that here. The ropes dug into her wrists and ankles, the pain sharp and constant. She had tried to shift, to find a more comfortable position, but every movement only made the burning worse. Yet she knew that

100. He's Worth Everything

"You can be violent, but be careful not to hurt yourself. My partner will be upset if you get hurt. He wants you in pristine condition." The words made Anny's skin crawl. She felt disgusted by Morgan and by herself for ever trusting this monster. The revulsion was so intense it made her stomach churn. She stared at Morgan with pure contempt blazing in her grey eyes and before she could think better of it, she gathered the saliva in her mouth and spat directly in Morgan's face. "What the!" Rage contorted Morgan's features instantly. The next second, her palm connected with Anny's cheek in a brutal slap that sent her head snapping to the side. The pain exploded through Anny's face, sharp and burning. Her ears rang from the impact and for a moment, she saw stars dancing b

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