Far From Over Nyt Novels & Stories

A long, deep breath. Finally. This is almost over.

Not from this timeline. From another one.

“He won’t be back until the Gala.” The words were true enough. He had helped pack Edward’s things and send him off. Still, he left out the most important part: Edward hadn’t looked back, hadn’t even considered that his pregnant wife might wake alone and worry. “Business trip?” Abigail echoed, her eyes widening. Edward hadn’t told her a word. Why would he leave without saying anything? “H-haven’t you gone with him?” she asked, voice faltering. “I’ll follow soon,” Roen replied. “I just need to oversee the results of the competition’s second phase first.”

Because this was far from over. And Leo Cain Jr. never lost.

Everything was falling perfectly into place, just as he had planned. The phone on his desk buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from his PR team, likely another update on the coverage of his recent outings with Aubrey. He glanced at the screen, seeing the headlines that had been dominating the media for days. "Alexander Vermont and Aubrey Chen: The Reunion We’ve All Been Waiting For". The articles were filled with speculation, but they all painted a picture of a man moving forward, leaving the past behind, the media totally forgetting about Claire, a speculation surrounding her insignificance in the young Vermont’s life.

But I also know that lying in the dark pretending I don’t feel what I feel is getting harder every single day and at some point the effort of not saying it is going to cost more than just saying it. I fall asleep somewhere around 2 AM with no decision made and wake up at 7 to six news alerts on my phone. The headlines are worse than I expected. Not dramatic, front page worse. Quiet, specific worse. The kind that tells you someone with real power made a real move. Knight Corporation doesn’t just cut ties with Hale Industries. It

“People are always wrong about the things that matter.” He hung up. No goodbye, just the flat finality of someone who knew this war wasn’t over. She didn’t care. He’d call again, or send someone disposable. The game was always the same. Another alert flashed—media coverage already spiraling. VALE HEIRESS RETURNS—MARKETS REEL Nyxara snorted, lips twisting. “You have no idea.”

First position in the overall grades of the senior classes has been his spot for two years now because when other students would play soccer and go to places like clubs at their free time, Zain would either be indoor studying, or outdoor surfing in the waves with his surfboard. The door of his room abruptly swung open as a young woman stepped into his personal space without hesitating to knock. Not even a second of privacy did Coreen allowed her step son. "Zain, we're leaving for New York with your Daddy. I told Samantha to move in and manage the house until we get back. Take care of yourself baby." Coreen said, before she head back out hurriedly and slammed the door shut without wasting a m

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***