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“…Should be mine. I should be the one celebrating a one year anniversary with Dmitry. But no…you had to come along with your sad sob story. And he fell for it.” I was done blushing with embarrassment. She stepped to my face. “You don’t deserve to be here. You’re trash.” “Lacy Clement!” A voice rushed out. Once the blood stopped racing, I realized it was Evelyn. She now stood beside me, though I had no idea when she appeared. Evelyn spoke again, “You have no right to speak to my daughter like that. Danica is one of us. And the only trash here tonight, is you.”

I interrupted them. Noel blinked at me and then cleared his throat awkwardly after realization hit him. "Uh, right. So, about prosecutor Elisa. I think we would get better clues of who the killer is if I join in on the investigation. It'll enable me to get access to Damon Michelle's murder scene. I've already decided to help her since I'll be discharged from the hospital within a few days. She'll be coming tonight to interrogate me about my assault so I am planning to tell her about it then. And...."

I got settled on London where my parents use to stay and take care of dad's business as soon as I finish my studies. It was hard, really hard to walk along with every broken pieces of heart. The situation made me even colder and even ruthless that I started to hate the nearness of people to me. Thanks God! I met Michelangelo who helped me to get out of this. I got to know about her through her I*******m posts. She doesn't know but I do follow her on I*******m and love her every pictures she uploads and smile looking at her videos that she tends to make so funny when I can clearly read her painful eyes. She is crazy.

"Break." She explodes. Evelyn Voss, the iron lady of tech, shatters into a million pixels of light. Her scream of release tears through the digital landscape, cleansing the air. She collapses on the floor of the virtual study, naked and weeping. The corruption—the black sludge—evaporates. We stand over her. Alex and I are glowing. We are whole. "We beat her," Alex whispers. "We literally fucked her into submission." "We weaponized her own psychology," I say, looking down at the broken woman.

But the part of me that had watched Evelyn's face when she talked about Gabriel, the part that had driven her to a pharmacy this morning to deal with what Gabriel had left behind, the part that had sat in a car and asked her if she loved him and watched her shake her head without conviction — that part felt something. It wasn’t sympathy, it was something more complicated. The recognition that if Gabriel Ross died today, Evelyn would break. It might not be visibly, or immediately, but in the deep, structural way that people break when they lose something they hadn't finished understanding. She would carry that fracture for years, and every time someone tried to get close to her, they'd find t

Then another pulse came from the ground. Stronger this time. Evelyn felt it inside her chest too, like something was pulling her blood from inside. Her face changed. “This feeling… it is not outside…” Then a voice appeared in her mind. “You are still there.” Evelyn jumped back immediately. “Who is that?!” The voice did not answer right away. Then it came again. “The seal is broken.” Evelyn tightened her grip on her sword. “Lucien? If this is you, answer me!”

“Tell me I’m wrong.” “I said—put it back.” His voice cracked with desperation now. He stepped forward, hand shaking as he pointed at the book. “Those records aren’t for you to carry. They’re a burden this town has borne for centuries. You think you’ve uncovered some great secret, but all you’ve done is dig up rot best left buried.” “Rot doesn’t stay buried,” Evelyn snapped. “It grows. It spreads. And people keep dying because you’d rather hide than face it.”

It would be about belief. Who people trusted when things finally broke. Chapter Eighty Seven ended with that knowledge settling into me like a second spine. I had not sought this role. But I would not step away from it now. Not when the weight was finally revealing what it was meant to break.

It was as if time itself had frozen, choking the air from my lungs. I felt Michell move before I heard him. He fumbled with his phone. “I’m calling the police.” Evelyn didn’t try to run. She just stood there, limp and hollow, as though the words had stripped away the last of her strength. Her hands fell to her sides. Her eyes darted toward me—not with anger now, but something resembling regret. A twisted, broken kind of remorse.