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I heard the door opening, and I rolled my eyes at how relentless Maria was being. “Can’t you give up already?” I said without turning. “If Scar really wants me dead, then he should f*cking kill me, instead of sending food to me everyday.” “Now, where’s the fun in that?” My heart dropped at the deep, gravelly voice. I turned and surely, it was Maximo. He looked scary, leaning against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. My breath hitched as he marched towards the bed. I could see his face now, and he looked furious.

“Please don’t leave me. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.” I could see the rawness in his eyes. The fear. The vulnerability. It was a side of him I had never seen before, and it threw me off balance. “I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, my voice trembling. “I can’t just forget everything that happened. I can’t erase the hurt, the lies. I’ve been broken by all of this, Maximilian. And I’m so scared that if I let you in again, I’ll just end up broken even more.”

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

"Hell no! You aren't doing this. You are not going to sacrifice your happiness for your selfish twin."Maddie said, pointing an accusing finger my way. "You don't get to decide for me Maddie and don't you call my sister selfish. I know Emily has her reasons" I said that so unsure. Maddie only shook her head at the verge of tears. I felt terrible for lashing out on her. She isn't at fault nobody is at fault.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

he shouted, his voice shaking with both anger and fear. I could feel his hands trembling as they gently touched my cheek, his eyes scanning the redness that had begun to spread across my skin. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice soft but full of worry. I couldn’t find the words. The humiliation, the shock, the overwhelming mix of emotions—it was all too much. Killian turned back to his mother, his jaw tight and his fury barely contained. “You’ve crossed the line!” he snapped. “How could you hit her? What’s wrong with you?”

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

☆Kate☆ I knew people were in the room, I could hear them talking but their voices were a distant murmur. At some point they were even arguing and I heard the door shutting when one of them left though I had no idea who? I was trapped in a relentless repeat of a single thought. "I am no longer a woman." “I am no longer a woman” “I am no longer a woman” That phrase circled over and over in my mind, endlessly repeating, drowning out everything else.

His cold expression melted into pure love and adoration. “My love,” he said softly, pulling her into his arms. They kissed deeply, passionately. I watched them, and even though I knew this wasn’t real, it still hurt. “Come away from there,” a voice said from beside me. I turned to find Maximus standing next to me. His scarred face was gentle, his icy blue eyes were filled with warmth. “Let them be,” Maximus said softly. “He doesn’t want you. He never did.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “This isn’t real.”