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a long time, Christian put her to sleep in the room and left. he was also angry with himself and even if he did not let her go that day, then she would not have an accident with her and if she did not insist on going alone, she would not get into such trouble. Fighting the war of mind and heart, Christian went to the study room and sat down to read the book. Just wanted to calm himself down in some way. He could not understand. What to do? On the other hand, Roose was getting the nightmare of ​​the same accident gradually due to drug addiction. Slowly, Christian got an eye because of reading the book. The study room was completely immersed in darkness. Only a small light illuminated t

She knew that woman— this was one of the detectives investigating Christian's mysterious case. For the detectives, Christian's condition might have been an enigma, a puzzle to be solved with evidence and logic. But for Jess, the truth was far more sinister. She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent.

She will have no control over the flow, and everything will depend on her inner power. Christian has been mysterious and disappears from time to time which makes Elizabeth even more worried. She wants to confront him about that, but she is angry at him right now and is not willing to talk to him. Soon the day for the ritual comes, and Elizabeth can't get an ounce of sleep because of stress and worry. Christian god knows where he has gone and doesn’t appear for the rest of the day. Elizabeth paces in her room. There is an uneasy feeling in her heart as if something big is about to happen. She can’t point out where the feeling is coming from, but she doesn’t feel good about it.

But this time— She wasn’t alone. Two senior sisters stood behind her. Silent. Watchful. The air shifted instantly. From tension… To judgment. Sister Maria’s eyes moved across the room. Slowly. Carefully. Then stopped on Christiana. And this time— She didn’t ask a question. She said: “Come with me.” The words fell like a verdict. And in that moment— Christiana knew. This wasn’t suspicion anymore. It was something worse. It was proof.

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Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

I knew I shouldn’t have left my former alcoholic father with my fragile mom, but the only thing I could think of was just getting out of there. “I don’t have any suspects right now, Officer Gavin. I just want to find whoever did this and put them down before they do worse.” I walked into the house with Christian pacing around the living room while on the phone. Few buttons his shirt was loose, he had folded it by the arms which gave a good view of his biceps. Those same hands that grabbed my thighs, I bit my lower lip as I stood by the entrance daydreaming. Christian had gotten under my skin; I thought I could avoid it but is it still too late?

Neither of them noticed a male figure watching them from the door. Christian was in his office going over the last reports of the day, he had left his house since the moment he had left Sally in the care of the people he had hired, although she was very important to him, he had his obligations and could not put them aside, especially when his revenge against Jonah Johnson was so close, he could already taste it, which made him feel in anticipation.

PENELOPE Security escorted Detective Wallace out, and I watched the door slam shut behind him. I turned slowly to face Christian, who stood exactly where he had before—his hands were shoved deep in his pockets like he was holding something in. “What the hell was he talking about?” I asked, barely above a whisper. Christian blinked, as if startled I’d spoken. “He’s fishing. That’s all.” My eyes didn’t leave his face. “Fishing for what? Christian… did you have anything to do with Daniel Crest’s death?”

A charmer with a spine of steel. Why do all the good ones end up dead or betrayed? I turned the page, and there he was, his sketch. He had this strong face, sharp nose, eyes like he could see straight through bullshit. Something about him felt… familiar. Oddly familiar. I leaned in just a little, curious, The door flung open. “Jesus!” I flinched so hard the book nearly flew out of my lap. “Relax,” Christian’s familiar voice filled the space. “Didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.”