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The truth from the diary hit Cillian so hard he doubled over, gasping for air.It felt like an invisible hand had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart until it threatened to burst.The pain was so intense his vision went black, his ears ringing.He remembered that day in the hospital. Alessia, lying on the bed, pale as a ghost, her eyes empty as she looked at him.He had said, “I’ll make it up to you when you get out.”She had said, “Cillian, what could you possibly give me that’s worth a life?”He didn’t understand then. He understood now. But it was too late.Cillian collapsed to the floor, his back sliding down the cold bookshelf. He opened his mouth to call her name, but no sound came out.Only tears, hot and heavy, falling without warning.He sat on the cold floor all night.When dawn broke, sunlight streamed through the window, but it brought no light to his dead eyes.He slowly looked up at the pale sky. Only one thought consumed him.Find her.And spend the rest of his

After saying her piece, Alessia hailed a cab and was gone.Cillian lay broken on the cold pavement, his gaze fixed on the empty space where she had vanished, a gaping hole torn through his soul. The pain made his whole body convulse.The physical agony was nothing compared to the acid of her words.He had risked his life for her. In that split second, he hadn’t even thought about himself.He just knew she couldn’t get hurt.And she hadn’t even given him a second glance.She said his blood was disgusting.She said he could die for her, and she wouldn’t care.Cillian closed his eyes. Tears mixed with blood and dirt, tracing a path from the corner of his eye.He had surgery and spent a week in the hospital before he could be discharged in a wheelchair.The day after he got out, he was back, parked outside Alessia’s law firm.He ignored the strange looks from passersby, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance.When Alessia came out, she saw him.She didn’t break her stride. Her gaze swep

The Ricci Godfather trembled, his mouth open, but no words came out. He collapsed onto the ground in defeat.Cillian turned and walked away without a backward glance.A few days later, Zelda was forcibly sent to a high-security mental institution in the countryside.Before they could take her, she somehow escaped and made a mad dash for the Donovan manor. Security stopped her at the gate.Her hair was a mess, her face contorted with madness. She screamed at the house, “Cillian! Come out! Come out and see me! How could you do this to me! You said you’d always protect me!”Cillian watched the small, crazed figure from his window, his face a blank mask.Finally, he went downstairs.Zelda’s eyes lit up when she saw him. She tried to run to him, but the guards held her back.“Cillian! Cillian, save me! I don’t want to go to that place! I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me just this once!” She was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, a far cry from the spoiled princess she once

A year later.An important international law forum was held in Washington, D.C.Alessia was invited back to the States as a special delegate.Cillian was in a meeting when he got the news.Jack leaned in and whispered in his ear. Cillian’s hand, holding a pen, froze, leaving a long black gash across the document.On the day of the conference, he used his connections to get in, wearing a hat and a mask, hiding in the darkest corner of the auditorium.He didn’t dare get close. Didn’t dare disturb her.He could only watch, from a distance.The conference began. Alessia was on stage as one of the debate panelists.She wore a smart, dark blue suit, her hair in a neat bun. She argued fluently in multiple languages, citing precedents, her arguments sharp and compelling.Confident. Poised. Radiant.Cillian drank her in, his eyes never leaving her, as if trying to burn her image into his soul.A sharp, familiar pain stabbed at his heart.The conference ended after dark.Cillian followed from a

Years later, at the International Court of Justice, a landmark case came to a close.As the lead attorney, I had won.Under the spotlights, I stood in a tailored pearl-white suit, my hair in an elegant chignon, facing a sea of flashing cameras, speaking with calm and confidence.Elegant, professional, the undisputed center of attention.After the hearing, a handsome young academic in a dark gray suit came up to the stage with a bouquet of white lilies of the valley.He was Julian Croft, a rising star in the European legal world.We had worked together on several international cases, developing an incredible partnership that had naturally blossomed into love.The press called us the “Twin Stars of the Legal World.”I met his eyes and smiled.In the farthest, most obscure corner of the gallery, a man in a black baseball cap and mask, thin and gaunt, slowly stood up after the crowd had dispersed.I saw him. I knew it was Cillian.He had survived that attack years ago, but barely.His body