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Not once. Not until his phone battery ran out completely. That was when Alan finally realized I had blocked him. His self-control snapped. He slammed his phone onto the ground, smashing it into pieces. His assistant was still on the line with the PR team, but Alan snatched his phone and continued calling my number. He kept calling, again and again, but I still never picked up. Then came the flood of messages. [Myra, where are you right now? [You've always been handling the Westarken contract. What's happening? Are you trying to destroy me?

“It’s human. It’s designed to breathe. If you make it any tighter, the people inside will feel like they’re being buried alive.” Arthur let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Human. How quaint. Architecture isn't about being human, boy. It’s about being god-like. It’s about imposing order on the chaos. But I suppose a Rossi wouldn’t understand order. Your father’s firm was a shambles, wasn't it? Bankruptcies, legal disputes... a legacy of failure.” Ethan’s fork hit his plate with a sharp clang. “Father, leave his family out of this.” Arthur ignored him, his eyes locked on Liam. “And now, you’ve managed to latch yourself onto Ethan. A clever move. Using the Vance name to sanitize your own. Tell me,

When we first met, she tried to talk to me countless times but I just ignore her but then i liked her company so we just naturally bonded. Oh God!! Please send an Angel to keep me company, i'm dying of boredom. "You read shakespeare?". I groaned at sound of that voice. Why does it have to be Jacey Carter. "I can tell you are happy to see me". He said sarcastically taking a seat beside me. Oh God!! Out of the Angels available, you just had to send the stupid one. He picked up one of the books. "So Romeo and Juliet huh? Drastic ending".

He said, grabbing the two bundles of cash I threw on his table and counting them. I didn't spare him a second. I grabbed the bag and made my way out, grabbing a full bottle of alcohol from the shelf towards the door. I heard him chuckle from behind me. “See you again soon my boy,” there was a teasing edge to his voice but I didn't give two fucks. I got to a secluded corner and ripped off the seal from the bag and poured some of the substance on the back of my thumb and inhaled. This was heaven. I leaned back against the wall with my head thrown back, relishing in this heavenly bliss. Pure bliss.

But God, it was lonely. Lonely and terrifying. I didn’t have much money, no plan, and no idea how to start over. I just knew I couldn’t keep living like this. He’d still try to talk to me sometimes, as if we were fine — as if we hadn’t just torn each other to pieces. Other times, he’d pick fights, small jabs that built up until I was in tears again. It was like he needed to remind me that leaving him wouldn’t be easy. That he still had control.

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.