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Just enough for me to slip in, naked beneath a trench coat, my collar snug around my throat like a key. I step inside. Room 406 is dim, lit only by the flickering of a single candle in the corner. A note waits on the bed, written in thick black ink. Kneel. Wait. Don’t speak. I obey. My knees find the floor, my hands rest on my thighs and my head bows. I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Like a raw nerve dressed in nothing but anticipation and need. Time passes. I don’t know how long. When the door closes softly behind me, my breath catches.

I cursed as he pulled me closer, forcing me to sink into his chest. “What the hell are you doing?!” I pushed him away. I turned to look at the door when it suddenly opened, revealing a young man. “S-Sorry. We thought no one was here,” the woman beside him said shyly before quickly pushing her companion out. “You can use this room if you want,” Miguel said while adjusting his necktie. “Is it such a big deal to you that another man got me pregnant?” I asked curiously as he reached for the doorknob.

How am I going to explain that Fallon Taylor still breathes? It’s not long before I will myself back to my feet. The drive back to my place should take less than ten minutes. Once I’m safe behind the golden locks and latches of my door, I can break down. I can lose all sense of sanity because of what I just did. Because of the trust I just broke. My door slams as I shove it closed behind me, hands in my hair again. The cozy space charges with the sounds of my huffing breaths and pacing feet. The anxiety knotting my intestines. Duncan will never forgive this. But beyond that, I’ll never forgive myself.

If it wouldn't for him, I would've never been able to realize the mistakes I was committing and how I was betraying myself. "I'll be in my room." I didn't explain them anything. Nothing about my whereabouts. Reaching stairs, I turned and said. "And for the record, I'm fine." Without saying anything, I ran to my room and closed the door. The room wasn't same I left it. It was cleaned.

I saw the hesitation there—the brief change to something softer beneath the hardened exterior. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. "If you’re working with the rebels, I will kill you, Celest," he said. "So tell me the truth now, before it’s too late." I bit my lip, the tears freely slipping down my cheeks. "I have nothing to do with the rebels," I choked out. "I don’t even know what I am. All I know is that I was born and I never asked for this—never wanted this!" His grip loosened slightly.

I stared straight ahead at the glowing numbers, pretending I wasn’t drowning in doubt and lack of confidence. I reminded myself Why I was here. Because my rent is overdue. Because my life feels like ashes. Because I need the dem money and Because, I can’t let Ethan and Lily’s betrayal be the last chapter of my story. The elevator dinged, thank God, I could finally breath freely. the doors opened into a hallway so beautiful it felt unreal. Thick carpet muted our steps as we followed signs to Conference Room B. The room was massive, cold, intimidating. A long Wooden table gleamed in the center, surrounded by leather chairs. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, giving us a view o

Penelope's expression stiffened slightly, but she said nothing more, turning back to continue placating Vivian in hushed, submissive tones. She was completely different from the imperious mother I remembered. Back in my room, I pulled out Gabriel's Christmas gift from my luggage, a red cashmere scarf. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and looked in the mirror, unconsciously smiling. That evening, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Sebastian standing outside, looking haggard and anxious. "Rachel, we need to talk." I stepped aside to let him in. He rubbed his hands together and summoned the courage to say, "Rachel, you're the wife I've always wanted. I've been waiting for you.

Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second. A smile tugged at Rachel's mouth, like she was laughing at us for not knowing our place. "People this unethical should be kicked out of the company. We can't let them drag us down." The second she finished, a voice came from the conference room door. "Oh? Who are you kicking out?" It was my dad. When he saw me, he smiled. Rachel thought it was for her. She stood right away and greeted him in a sweet voice. "Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work."

Good. We reached the center of the room, and I felt like I could finally breathe. The lights sparkled overhead, making everything glow like heaven. But this wasn't heaven this was my redemption. My return. I lifted my chin and looked around the room, meeting every stare with quiet confidence. I wasn't the same scared girl they'd condemned. I wasn't the broken woman they'd locked away. I was something new, something stronger. Let them whisper. Let them stare. Let them wonder.

Neveah knows how to use her authority against his man. “I’ll let you wear those but I should come with you,” I heard Rebel mumbled to his girlfriend while were walking towards the counter. “It’s a girls night out!” Neveah hissed. “Then I won’t let you.” Sighing, I took out my phone. Rebel should know that his girlfriend has her own free will to choose what she wants to wear. But knowing him, he can’t let his woman left unprotected with those clothes on. “Why are you so conservative?”