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, So she had to do it first! "But what if we don't believe it?" Leyi said with fear. What if we can't find such a suitable person, or they don't believe that she wasn't in the video at all? What can we do then? "Most people don't care about the truth at all. They just want to see what's going on. You don't have to care about their opinions. You just need to make sure that Vicdor Blake believes it. The opinions of others don't matter at all." Hoho said indifferently.

I ѕhаkе mу head. “Nо way! There’s so muсh you don’t knоw. Please, please don’t bеlіеvе whаt уоu ѕее. You nееd to lеаvе hеrе. Thіѕ is nоt what уоu thіnk.”

Everyone must be afraid of death, there are only those who are ready whenever they will die. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke, while looking at Joshua. I admit defeat this time, and am a little annoyed that Joshua still doesn't put the thing down. As if waiting for the continuation of what I just said. “I—I don't know anything, why do you even want to do this to me?” Shit, this time I really bragged incorrectly.

My life had only just begun. —The End

She shot me a guilty look and lowered her voice, stammering a reply, "H-he thinks they're okay, and don't worry about it. You shouldn't have to suffer for him." I let out a cold laugh. Did she think I was dead? Then, I called her out on the spot. "Wow, talk about zero sincerity. I can't believe you're feeding me pre-made meals." Hailey froze and looked at me, flustered. "You know I can't cook. Pre-made meals can still taste good, right?" I set my utensils down, having lost my appetite in an instant. Couldn't she have told me the truth? It was such a waste of time.

"Sofia being back this past month showed me exactly where your heart has always been. You never trusted me or cared about me. "I used to think that if I tried hard enough, if I behaved, if I was patient, I could eventually warm your heart. But now I know the truth. If someone doesn't love you, they just don't. No amount of effort can change that." "No, that's not true." Cesare shot to his feet, his voice shaking. "Elena, I love you. I was blind before and obsessed with the wrong things, but I see everything clearly now." He reached for my hand, but I instinctively stepped back to avoid his touch.

But it feels right. “I made him stay with me.” I realize how stupid it sounds the second it leaves my mouth. The male scoffs, smiling wickedly. “Damien here doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “And I doubt a little thing like you could make anybody do anything.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” I shoot back. Is it safe to push buttons I have no reason for pushing? Probably not. His face turns to stone, and I fear I’ve made a mistake, but I steel my spine, ready for what comes next.

The final working monitor flickered back to life. A new message scrolled across the screen white letters on black background. “DOES IT FEEL LIKE SOMEONE’S WATCHING?” The sound that followed was faint the distinct click of a live microphone activating. Ryan froze. “He’s still Adrien slammed the power switch, cutting it off. The silence that followed was absolute. Adrien’s voice, when it came, was cold again. “He’s not just watching us I think He’s conditioning us.” Ryan blinked. “Conditioning?”

"Sofia promised me a fortune if I made sure she married Don Ferraro." "You..." My eyes widened. "You're not even a real doctor. You're just a THUG!" "So what?" He gave a cold laugh. "As long as the money's good, I'll do anything." I stared at his gloomy face, a chill crawling up my spine. "You're not afraid I'll tell Adriano?" I glared, but he only smirked. He burst out laughing. "Don't kid yourself. Don Ferraro will never believe you!" The memory of his cold back the day I fell off the cliff sliced through me. He was right. Adriano only believed Sofia.

I can’t breathe, I thought to myself. “Michael, take a deep breath and watch me,” Elliot instructed me and began to inhale so I could follow along. I’m beginning to tear up as I try to follow along and my breath is shaky when exhaling, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” I cried. “It’s not. There’s no reason to be blaming yourself. Let’s focus right now,” He said, glancing around the room before turning back to me. “Tell me one thing that you can see in your room.”