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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 then he'd had Daniel's private accountant let go, had the accounts restructured in a way that made the discrepancies disappear from official records, and had sat Daniel down and explained, in the patient tone he used for things he considered settled, that William was the future of Ashford Global and that Daniel's role was to support that future. Not investigate it. Not threaten it. Support it. Three weeks later, Daniel had packed a bag. One bag. Left his phone, his cards, and his name in an apartment that cost more per month than Elena made in a year, and walked out. Elena listened to all of this without moving. Without saying anything. The coffee shop made its coffee shop sounds around

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.

“I regret every decision that brought me to this moment.” “You’ll survive,” Emma replied. “I sincerely hope so.” The room quieted as Daniel began reading. He took his time, turning each page carefully. Every so often he nodded to himself, while Nova watched him with the unmistakable anxiety of someone waiting for an important answer. When he finally closed the notebook, he remained silent for several seconds. “Well?” Nova asked. “It is beautiful.” She let out a relieved breath. “But…” “I knew there was a but.” Daniel smiled apologetically.

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.

Mercedes cried and they immediately locked eyes. There was suddenly silence between them and Daniel's arms loosened around Mercedes as he stood up. It seemed to be an untold secret, But they blamed each other for their mother's death—including Cole. Daniel had it harder though. He had always been the most emotional of the trio. He loved Silvia to the moon and back. When she died, He didn't have the guts to attend her funerals cause of the feud that existed between them back then. He was also in the rehabilitation center too. It sucked how much drugs had drained from his life and Gosh! He was dying for a sniff or even one tiny tablet 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.