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My sister asked, probing further. I turned away from my sister and leaned against the pillar outside Kuya Vince's house. I looked into the distance. I'm glad that he's still alive and fine. But he seems like a total stranger to me. I can't bring myself to embrace him or even touch him. It was as if in his second life, he had taken away my right to enter his life again. I can't blame him. "He acted like a total stranger to me earlier in the marketplace," I said. I looked up into the dimming sky, preventing my tears from falling down again. I don't want to feel this way.

They were still looking at us as if they were ready to watch us until we were gone on their sight. The yacht sails fast. In less than two hours we reached the other shore. Just like whatever Eve and Ein talked about. Ein separated from us, while Max spoke to us for a moment, "There will be a chance that I'll visit you two in the Undergrove. I'll check you." He looked at Esther, "And take care of her. Remember what we said." Esther crossed her arms and simply replied, "Noted." Max seems like a sweet cousin. He gave me a simple hug with ruffling my hair and whispered to me as if I was the only one who heard, "Think carefully about your decisions before you commit."

[Crystal] I hesitantly accepted Liam's hand. I watched our hands as he slid his fingers between mine and locked them with each other. He grabbed it tightly and pulled me away from where I was standing the moment he had it. My confusion arose from a conversation I overheard them having earlier in the office. My confusion stemmed from the conversation I heard they had at the office earlier. It's difficult to put together and understand the information I've gathered. The only thing I know is that this place is in trouble due to their loss of connections with the Villareals.

They’d been strangers. Now they were something else entirely.

Because the truth was simple, even if I didn’t want to admit it. Before all of this, before the poison, before the long nights and the quiet conversations and the shared space that had forced us into each other’s orbit— We had been strangers. Living separate lives. Walking separate paths. Existing in the same place without ever truly meeting. But now… Now there was no distance left to hide behind. And that made everything feel a lot more dangerous than I was ready for.

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

And beneath a sky full of impossible light— two stories finally met. Not as strangers. As family.

We chose the latter, knowing that our love and unity would be our greatest weapons against this formidable adversary. Together, we embarked on a journey of self-discovery and resilience, seeking allies in unlikely places and uncovering hidden resources within ourselves. We trained our minds and bodies, honing our skills to prepare for the battle that lay ahead. It was a race against time, as the stranger's manipulations grew more insidious, threatening to tear us apart.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.