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JEREMIAH Releasing his throat, I stepped back. Arthur collapsed against the pillar, coughing violently. He dragged oxygen into his burning lungs, clutching his neck. He stared up at me, genuine terror finally replacing the corporate arrogance. He was completely beaten. The leverage held. Turning my back on him, I yanked the door of the Cayenne open. "You are throwing away your inheritance for a girl!" Arthur croaked, sliding down the concrete pillar. "Keep your blood money."

Arthur finds me near the gate. He is holding a small glass of something amber. He looks at me for a moment. “Gerald would have found the ceremony slightly verbose,” he says. “Dana was not verbose,” I say. “The specific love that lives in the details,” Arthur says. “Gerald would have said that was accurate. “What words would Gerald have used?” I say. Arthur thinks about it. “He would have said: pay attention to each other,” he says. “That is all. The rest follows.”

Not in this lifetime. “I'm sorry, man. For everything. But if you ever get to see her again, what are you gonna do?“ Arthur looked out the window again. The car had come to a halt. A few blocks away was the nightclub. He turned back to Richard with a sad smile. “I'll hold onto her and never let go. That's how much I still love her. They arrived at the nightclub minutes later, cloaking their melancholic mood with a slice of ecstasy. Richard felt a surge of excitement, as he moved his body to the rhythm of the beat that reverberated in the building.

before her words to come out Aurthur shouted "shut up just shut up no more words now only the gifts you'll receive for your deeds untill today what you have done" aurthur asked "these girls love manicure right" the man said "yes lord girls loves manicure and nail art" aurthur said casually "why don't we remove her nails" xion gulped the man said "sure we can lord" aurthur replied "then go ahead" that man started plucking her nails violently her screams echoed in whole room she pleaded "please sobb ahhhhhh sobb leave me sobbb Aurthur I sobbb will go away sobbb please"

"In... and out... come on, Arthur please!" "Arthur," she called out in a whisper but no movement from him. “ What's wrong?,yo..you are scaring the shit out of me brother.” ∆∆∆∆ Arthur was so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten how to breathe. He was panting, his lungs burning from the lack of air. "Breathe with me, Arthur please. Come on, my darling," Mira's voice was gentle and soothing, restlessly calling him back from wherever he was going, she was so persistent that Arthur had no choice but to follow the sound of her voice.

My heartbeat thundering one last time before the darkness swallowed me. It was on a loop. I couldn’t shut it off. I felt like I was going mad. Arthur hadn’t said anything since we stepped outside. He stood there, watching me. Not with fear, not even pity, but with something steadier. Something quieter. Like he was just waiting. Like he knew I was holding myself together by threads, and he would be right there when it all finally snapped. My arms wrapped tightly around myself. I stared ahead, but all I could see was the image of Lumian kneeling beside my body. The way he touched my stomach. The way his brows furrowed, it was like he was finally starting to realise what he had lost.

Arthur cursed under his breath. I felt the Mark burning inside me. The guardian’s voice deepened, final and merciless: CHOOSE THE HEART. OR LOSE THE TRIAD. The chamber went still. The air went thin. And Arthur whispered a single, terrified word— “Tyla…” Arthur’s voice hung in the air, thin and fragile, like he already knew what choosing wrong would cost. The chamber pulsed—slow, rhythmic, like a massive heartbeat beneath the stone. The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest.

Liam walked right up to the door and grabbed the doorknob but didn’t twist it open. “Who are you?” Liam demanded, his voice steady. A voice laughed. “Surprised to see me here, Winslow?” “I said,” Liam spat, his hand tightening around the doorknob. “Who the fuck are you? And what do you want?” Arthur chuckled, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “I’m here to remind you of your place. You think you can just take everything? Think again.” “Get out,” Liam said through gritted teeth. “You don’t have the fucking right to be here.”

Doesn’t speak. Just watches me like I’ve made the only decision that matters. “Talk,” I say. His gaze flicks briefly to the others. Then back to me. “Alone.” I hesitate. Just for a second. Then I turn. “Arthur.” He studies me for a moment before nodding. “Library. Five minutes.” Corbin doesn’t look pleased. But he doesn’t argue. I walk past Levi. I can feel him turn as I pass him. Feel his presence fall into step behind me.

Arthur had been driving restlessly towards his farm house , his mind filled with worry and frustration. He had tried calling Luna back multiple times, but no one picked up. When his phone rang, he hurriedly answered, a mix of hope and anxiety filling his voice, "Darlin'?" "yeah, your darling is with me Arthur, come to my mansion and get her." Matthew, One of his oldest enemies spoke. Arthur's heart sank as he recognized the voice of his longtime enemy, Matthew. The sound of Luna's name and her captor's demand made his anger boil.