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My chest tightened, and I couldn't refrain from taking a step back. … As expected of the largest theme park in Amesville, Sky Palace was crowded. It was fortunate that the theme park covered an extensive area and could hold a great number of patrons. Many activities were being held tonight. Shouts of joy could be heard all over. We chose to visit a booth with less crowd—the haunted house. It was huge. 30 people were allowed to enter each time. The moment I stepped into the facility, I screamed at the sight of a female ghost with long hair. Howard and Hector immediately shielded me behind them.

I pressed, but the teacher did not know. "Oh right, another woman and a little girl followed along at the time." I quickly leaned forward, my heart racing. "Is the little girl from the same kindergarten? What did she look like?" "She has blonde and curly hair—" My stomach dropped. I knew immediately that she was Chloe Rearden's kid. Chloe had the same blonde, curly hair. She was Charles' first love, his obsession since high school. For Chloe, he sacrificed everything—better university offers, promising job opportunities, even his relationship with his parents.

The Trace I was just stepping out of the shower when my dorm room door flew open. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The heavy thud of the door hitting the stopper was a signature move at this point. "Leo Hayes, you have exactly five seconds to explain why you ditched us at dinner!" Chloe shouted. I stood there with a towel wrapped around my waist, water still dripping from my hair onto the floor. I didn't jump. I was used to her stunts. I just grabbed a smaller towel and started drying my face.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

I could feel my face warming up again. It was so embarrassing. I hoped no one saw anything. After returning to my hotel, I rolled around on the bed a few times before calming down. I had to change my pants because of what had happened during the sharing session. I looked at the wetness in my underwear, chastising myself for my reaction. After changing, I patted my hot cheeks. Just then, I heard someone knock on the door. Jeremy couldn't have chased me all the way here, could he? I peeked out the peephole and sagged in relief when I saw a hotel employee. Then, I opened the door.

“What stuff could you possibly still have here? I threw out your clothes years ago. Dan said your books were taking up space, so he sold them. Oh, and those houseplants you kept? They all died.” She paused, then added, “I stopped watering them on purpose.” I turned and pressed the elevator button. Her voice followed me from behind. “Stella, don’t make this uglier than it has to be. You have nothing now. You can’t beat me.” The elevator doors slid shut. I leaned back against the cold metal wall and closed my eyes. Five years. I thought I had been climbing the ladder of my career. It turned out I had just been giving them their honeymoon.

I leaned on the door, closing my eyes tightly, thinking that I was just dreaming. I sigh one last time before taking a peak again and I am not mistaken. It is nerve recking, there are people inside that room and they are all wearing a black cloak except for one and that one is Zipporah. She was sitting in the middle of these people as I counted them one by one. And again, I wish I didn't come here after I count the people, together with Zipporah they are twelve in total. I hope I am wrong. The people inside this room are the thirteen members of the council. But on second thought, yeah, the councils inside this room are just twelve when they are actually thirteen. I am making a crossed finger

Since the accused agreed to take up the blame, no one spoke anymore. At the ladies' washroom, Cathan waited at the door while Casper entered with Jenna. "Wait here," Casper said after announcing his presence to ensure there was nobody around. Afterward, he opened cubicle by cubicle, hearing a shattering noise before he reached the last but one cubicle. Someone was trying to enter the vent but hadn't finished before Casper caught his leg and pulled him so violently, that he fell and broke the water closet. Water from the closet splashed on the floor, making it too slippery for the man to stand.

Her eyes hardened staring at the pen drive before she shoves it back in her purse and began walking out of the room. Towards her Prey who is in the hall. Only time will say who becomes whose prey. ** Guys do follow me on my !nst@ account- author.innayat

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.