Double Crossed の小説・ストーリー

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Marceline’s eyes locked onto Cross, refusing to accept the words she just heard. It felt like a cruel joke, one so dark it threatened to shatter what little hope she was clinging to. Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, but laced with desperate disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” Cross didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he turned his face away, like a man hiding behind a mask of indifferent cruelty. “What if I was joking?” His voice was cold, edged with a dangerous mockery as if to test how far he could push her sanity.

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

Nicholas muttered to himself before quickly dialing Madison's number. The moment the call got through, Madison asked, "Is Astrid still nowhere to be found? Several of my collaborations have been canceled, and I've also lost my endorsements!"