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And she could no longer wait. With time in her hands now, Ellie sat in front of her television, foot propped on a small stool as she painted her toes. The news broadcast on her television was in the background. Sometimes Ellie wondered why she bothered listening to the news. It’s the same one every day, anyway. Like today, the anchor reported about another victim of extrajudicial killing. The police found this one at the side of the road. A sign covered his body stating he’s a drug user and dealer whom people should not emulate. Same old news. Ellie’s hand froze mid-air when the anchor gave further details about the crime. They named the dead body as Angelo Garcia, the son of the former news

Now that he's dumped you, what good are you? "Do you even know who owns this place? If you don't apologize to everyone right now, do you think my girlfriend won't have you thrown out?" That was when it hit me—this restaurant was part of the Cromwell Group empire. Just as the tension peaked, a sharply dressed man strolled up. "Sorry I'm late, ma'am."

I think I want that. His reply came fifteen minutes later. Julian: I’m glad you’re being honest with yourself. Come to my penthouse tonight at 7. We’ll talk properly. Eden stared at the message for a long time before replying with a simple “Okay.” At exactly 7 p.m., Eden stood outside Julian’s penthouse door. She had changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable — black jeans and a soft grey sweater. Her heart was beating faster than usual. Julian opened the door and let her in. He was dressed casually in a black shirt and dark jeans. As always, his presence felt steady and grounding.

Seated in my plush apartment, bathed in the gentle light of ambient lighting, I was enjoying my surroundings. I could almost taste the aroma of my favorite dish—a hearty beef bourguignon—as it drifted through the air. Savoring the juicy meat and rich sauce, I bit into it. My phone rang, snapping me out of my reverie, right as I was about to eat another bite. It was Eddie, I noticed when I quickly glanced at the screen. "Hey Luna, I've got a package of documents for you," he said with a low and serious voice.

SEBASTIAN'S POV The house felt different at night now. Not in a bad way. Just… quieter. Like it was still learning how to be with only three of us breathing inside it. Eli was already on the bed when I came upstairs, Bianca’s envelope open in his lap. He stared at the stuff inside like it was heavy. “You opened it,” I said. “It’s nine. She said tonight.” “She meant later tonight, Eli.” “She said tonight,” he answered, stubborn. “It’s tonight.”

Edward Mitchell took a look, then logged on to F******k, scanned the news to see that she had just published an article promoting "The Trial of Griselda Wall City" Messeger accumulates a few hours. Magnus: Are you going upstairs? Magnus: I can see your car, and you see your men at the door of the block, don't you dare get on? Edward Mitchell: Yeah. After that, he looked at F******k for a moment and then turned on the car and left. By the time "The Future" opens she will definitely appear.

And whenever he returns, he always claims to be tired and goes to bed immediately. It was Friday night, and almost midnight, and Edward hadn't arrived home yet. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to just stay up and wait for him. I was scrolling through my feed and I saw Aisha's post, so I decided to check her status. She was at a party, showcasing all her friends and I spotted Edward In the background having a drink with Ryan and Camille. I was surprised. I played it again.

The crew leaves. When the door shuts behind them, I exhale. And I realize I’ve been holding my breath since the moment the camera turned on. Later That Night Darren finds me in the study with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other. “They aired it already,” I say. He sits beside me on the couch. We watch in silence. My face fills the screen. So do the headlines: “Isadora Barlowe Speaks Out: ‘I Fell in Love. I Didn’t Run.’”

“I miss Gwen and James.” “I know, sweetie,” I said, brushing his hair back. “But you’re starting school again today. You’ll see your other friends.” “Do I have to?” “Yes.” I smiled, handing him a piece of my waffle. Edward folded the newspaper and leaned back in his chair, just as his PA entered, tablet in hand. “Sir, there’s a news alert you might want to see.” Edward took the device, eyes scanning. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, his fingers curling around the edges.

~ If only tonight, If this is all I got, If I can't have your love, I won't get back up this time. If only tonight, I'll race you to the sun, before the morning comes, if I can change your mind. It's only tonight, and tomorrow you're gone, and we're just a song, singing along...~ Music blasted on the speakers. She sang along with the song, driving down the gravelly road. The wind rushed in through the open windows, blowing her auburn hair around. The road was surrounded by a thick forest on either side.