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Or show any sign of weakness. "I want you to understand something." Dante's tone was...soft. Even if his voice was laced with vulnerability, his grip on her only tightened. "You can't begin to imagine how innocent he was. Cain... he.. He didn't deserve any of this. He didn't even belong in this life." His fingers dug in, bruising. "I did everything I could to protect him. To keep him away from people like you." His voice betrayed him and broke slightly, showing a rare glimpse of grief. But just as quickly, his expression hardened again, like cold steel.

“You want that? Want my cum dripping out of you while I disappear?” I moaned desperately, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Yes please fill me up” With a satisfying groan, he thrust himself deep and climaxed intensely. I sensed each throb, each warm surge as he released within me, his hips twitching from the aftereffects. The warmth of it, the filthy knowledge that a dangerous, bleeding criminal just claimed me so thoroughly, sent another smaller orgasm rolling through me. For a long time, the only noises were our uneven breaths.

​For hours, Raymond detailed every bribe, every clean-up, and every threat, effectively burying Nelly under the weight of her own greed. The Judge’s gavel fell like a guillotine. The courtroom was silent as the sentences were read: ​“Raymond, sentenced to death by hanging”. He was led out in chains, his face a mask of terror as the finality of his crimes caught up to him. ​“Nelly, sentenced to life imprisonment” without the possibility of parole. Her smugness was gone, replaced by a hollow, vacant stare as she realized she would die within the grey walls of a cell.

I said as my mind went back to the ordeal I had just experienced. “A dangerous dream,” she whispered. “They’re into everything you can imagine—arms dealing, human trafficking, drug empires. They’re the kings of the underworld. The allure is undeniable, but they leave a trail of destruction wherever they go. Not even the hounds of hell have such a huge love for carnage and power as they do.”

I stood up on my feet and began rattling the cage angrily, screaming and sobbing hysterically, even though I knew nobody could hear me. “I'm sick of this!” I bellowed. “I'm sick of being locked up!” I broke off my sentence, seething, rattling my fists angrily, before thumping down on the cage harder and harder and harder, until my knuckles became bruised and bloody. “Fuck you, Vladimir Potter!” I roared. But soon... I heard a weird jangling sound on the cage as I thumped it again and again... And it was then that I came to the realization...

And beneath it, I wrote three words: Find the truth. I spent the next year in libraries and courtrooms.I read everything. Criminal codes. Detective novels. Forensic science. Old news clippings. I started attending open hearings downtown — mostly petty theft and drug cases. But sometimes… sometimes I saw something useful.And then one day, I saw him. Raffaele Moretti.

Whom he doesn't even love before his accident. And now after the accident, I'm nothing to him. He wants to discard me to aside only because of one woman who doesn't even worth him? Wha.... What kind of a life is this? What kind of a Fate is this ya Allah (oh Lord!) You know this is a CRUEL FATE, right? I haven't done anything wrong, then why am I suffering for the sins I didn't commit? Or if I've sin against you unknowingly, can you please forgive me? Take pity on my child and don't do this to me please- I mentally made a plead to Allah.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Inside the private suite, Zann Lima was dressed in a black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate his tall, slender frame. He looked nothing like the listless figure who had been confined to a wheelchair. A cigar rested between his fingers as he lounged casually against the sofa, bantering with his men while emanating the commanding presence of a mafia boss. “Don, you’ve kept up the act for a whole year now. Neve Steele has worked down to the bone to pay for your treatments. She barely looks human anymore. This should be enough of a punishment, shouldn’t it?”

Listening to their footsteps fade away, I felt like breaking down completely. I was the one who'd been switched at birth and abused for 18 years. I was the one related to them by blood. But just because I didn't want to live under the same roof as my abuser's son, my own biological family had been deceiving and punishing me for years. Now they'd left me hanging outside a rooftop, leaving me terrified I might fall. I couldn't accept this. I couldn't accept having brain cancer. I couldn't accept dying under my own family's punishment.