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She isn't at fault nobody is at fault. "You want us to lie to the Ashford about your identity?" Dad said, looking at me like I have grown two heads. I meekly nodded my head. I did not know what to say. Maddie was glaring at me from where she was standing. "Maddie look, I know you love and care about me. If you do, please support me on this. Please Maddie, mum dad I know I can do it. Just have faith in me. Nothing is going to happen"

“Don’t you dare act ignorant!, I know you aren’t happy I am getting married to your dad. But can you at least act mature and not do sensible stuffs” “If I say I understand you, I would be lying” I said not knowing where this is heading. “I know you planned to ruin my wedding” she said. ==+”Yeah, I wanted to but someone did that for me already” I said that inwardly and smirked. “Scarlett.just let me be” “You won’t like what is coming you if you try something like this again” she threatened. I moved closer to her, really close..she blinks her eyes in fear.

I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."

I just couldn't figure out why I still felt that he doubted me we had the chemistry and we could fuck anytime and it never stopped us but his doubt or fear stopped him. I washed my body being careful not to fall back asleep I didn't want to have another sex dream about my mate. I finished up my bath and got out reluctantly not really wanting to face him or anybody else but I knew I needed to do it. I dried off slowly and looked at the mirror and notice I have scars from the bullet wounds and a scar from my appendix being taken out I was extremely pale and I still looked exhausted. With a deep sigh I dressed in new clothes and headed out to see Lucas I was still wary because of the sex dream

"I'm on my fucking way. You'd better be laying on your fucking bed when I get there, and you better be in nothing but those black heels that I fucking love you in." "Yes, Daddy, I will be." Smiling, I quickly get undressed and sprint naked to my closet, searching for the black heels that Deacon loves. I spot them immediately, grab them, and turn around to go back to my room, but I'm stopped by my reflection in the mirror; my scars are screaming at me from my back. A wave of anxiety and panic ripples through me when I think of every fücking time I got one of the hundreds of scars on my damn back. I lean against the wall to support myself as my eyes close and my head gets fuzzy and light. Whil

Lyla’s pov I laid down next to Emilio. “I am so scared.” He turned and brushed some hair away from my face. “Why?” I closed my eyes.what if it never goes away, the way i feel? Emilio kept quiet for a while. “It never does, “ he finally said. I nodded. I was permanently scarred. “This cannot happen to her,” I said, getting up. “We need to get her now.” He followed me out of the room, back to the living room where Achilles and Isaiah were together, watching something.

Relief that he was alive clashed violently with the fear that he might not wake up again. “This is all my fault.” My whisper broke under the weight of guilt, and my tears fell faster, tracing hot lines down my face as they dripped onto our joined hands. “Alaina.” Issac’s voice was softer now, careful, as though he was trying to coax me away from the cliff I was standing on. “You need to take a breath, okay? He needs you to be calm.”

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

This is permanent. Panic grips me, hard and fast. My chest tightens, and the room starts to spin. ‘How am I supposed to live like this?’ My breaths come in short, jagged gasps as my vision blurs, black spots dancing in the corners of my eyes. ‘Breathe, Zahra. It's okay. It's just scarring. It doesn’t define you,’ Zanthe urges, trying to send calming waves through our bond, but it’s like throwing water on a wildfire. The walls are closing in, and all I can focus on is the mess I’ve become.

Rhea watches me, lips parted but she doesn’t say anything. She just turns and walks away. The scars don’t stop. Even after the oath fades, they keep growing, etching over my arms, my back and my chest. Silver and black, like ink carved into skin. The Moon Goddess’s judgment is final. I scream into the wind. “It wasn’t betrayal!” I shout to the sky. “It was desperation!” But the no one answers. The markings burn in time with my heartbeat. They don’t feel like punishment... they feel like truth now. Like everything I’ve buried is finally being seen. There’s no hiding now.