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"Talia, I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't been with anyone else. My time has been consumed by work at the office, and when I return home, it's to be with you. I haven't had time for anything else," he patiently explained, his words a soothing balm. "Furthermore, this is not your concern. You have no right to pry, understand?" I listened to his response, the weight of his words prompting me to fall silent. However, when we reached an intersection, Daniel unexpectedly turned left. "Where are we going?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued. "You'll soon find out," he replied cryptically.

When we were younger, I followed him around so much that others mocked me for being his shadow. Silas was cold and aloof. Everyone else perceived him as intimidating and untouchable, but I never saw him as such. Sure, he hardly spoke more than a few words at a time, but he always listened to my rants without complaint. After the SATs, Silas moved to Fernhallow, while I left for Brookhelm. I met Daniel after that and fell hopelessly in love with him. I was so devoted to my pursuit of him that I didn't return to Norwald for years.

Silas P.O.V I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Ezra standing there, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Anger surged through me as he interrupted my conversation with Zoya. What was he even doing here, and why did he falsely claim to be Zoya's fiancé? "You," I finally spoke, my voice tinged with bitterness and disbelief. "Silas. Fancy seeing you here." Ezra’s expression remained calm and composed, but his voice was firm. "And I see you've been quite busy in your absence."

"Good thing the bitch is dead, or she would have killed Chloe sooner or later." I became the Castellano family disgrace. Back at the estate, Elena held my diary, looking completely torn as she asked Victor, "Do you think Chloe is telling the truth?" Victor rubbed his temples, exhausted. "Sera did break the vase. That’s a fact. And the lab report for the vial came back. It was spiked." Elena flipped through the diary, her eyes clouded with confusion. "But what about the things she wrote in here..." "Maybe she lied," Victor sighed, finally finding the excuse he needed to sleep at night. "Maybe she wrote all this to justify her own wicked actions."

I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

And for some reason that sound hurt worse than the silence had. On the drive home later that night the city blurred gold outside the windows while Daniel drove one-handed beside me. I reached over eventually and threaded my fingers through his without thinking about it much. He adjusted his grip automatically. Comfortable, familiar. I looked out at the passing lights for a while before speaking quietly. “They’ll figure it out eventually.” Daniel stayed silent for a second. Then he nodded once. “I know.” The car fell quiet again after that. Not empty. Just thoughtful. Then after another minute he said quietly, “But I think he needs her to fight for him first.”

Darius replied, which was a shocking answer because I didn't expect that at all, "but Silas would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, and no matter how you lie to yourself, you know that deep down." "I never knew you were such an advocate for him." "I'm not. I'm just telling you what you already know." "I'm done with all of this. I am tired, and I need to get myself and my fiancé home." I walked back into the room, and Daniel was still seated on the bed, staring blankly into the walls. I knew he was trying to process all I had just told him, and I was grateful he wasn't freaking out anymore, I guess.

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

"The both of you are dead" I uttered staring at the two living being standing in front of me. How are they still alive. "And you are not suppose to be having sex with a fictional character that you created." Vivian replies folding both her hands below her boobs, her eyes solely on Ethan. They know about being a character in my book? First Ethan smith, and now them. I nervously rub the back of my neck, my eyes staring at anywhere else but Vivian. "Can we just forget about who is fucking who, and who is actually dead. We have a big problem at hand." Daniel says cutting through the silence that has already taken over the woods. And since we are in the woods, the silence also felt kind of scary.

I swallowed my pride, went on my knees, and begged everyone, including that liar Ivy. This is exactly what happened, Dad. I took the blame for what I did not do for the sake of peace. But now I'm not going to keep silent anymore. The fact that everyone supported Ivy in the past made her so bold that now she dared to send me such provocative pictures. Tell me, Mom and Dad, what do you think I should do? Daniel has insinuated that I'm everything bad. He has called me all the horrible names in the world. But all that doesn't matter. Because right in front of both of you, is the reality of who Daniel's wife is. This is the truth about Ivy."