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Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

I down the entire glass in one go and toss it towards the room's enormous door, which conceals all four cells. "Let me out, you bastard!" I yell. I begin coughing and hunching over as my stomach cramps and every muscle in my body begins to burn as if on fire, and I immediately realise Trent poisoned my water with something poisonous. The room rapidly spins and I sense myself falling into a black pit of darkness as I fight to breathe. >>>

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

Chapter 1: The Night's Embrace pieces—shattered hopes scattered like glass. Every day felt like a balancing act on the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could send her tumbling down into the abyss. The dim neon lights of *The Velvet Throne* flickered as she pushed open the club's heavy doors. The night was just beginning, but the air was already thick with tension—heavy with perfume, cigarette smoke, and the muted beat of bass-heavy music. The stench of liquor and sweat clung to her skin as she slipped behind the bar, wiping her palms on her worn apron. Another night, another round of faces she didn’t want to remember.

****TRIGGER WARNING**** The next four chapters depict ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, DRUG OVERDOSE, and STALKING. ***************************** “Keller. Wake up. Blood. Our mate is hurt,” Rocky rouses me out of a deep sleep. I open my eyes groggily and look at the clock. Four seventeen a.m. It feels like a hammer is pounding on my head when I sit up. “Holy shit.” I try to open my eyes wider, but I can’t manage it. “What happened Rocky?”

Bash gulped that down in one go and indulged himself with it. Suddenly, Bash felt dizzy and excused himself to wash his face in the toilet. He only had a few glasses of alcohol, but why was he feeling this way? Still, without anyone's assistance, he made his way toward what looked like a suite or something, so he entered, hoping there wouldn't be anyone there assaulting the bed. How he wished Madeline was with him. If she had stayed by his side, she would have given him medicine she always kept in her purse, fearing someone would spike their drink someday.

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 43: Everything was destined. . Two days after the first seizure, Althea learns that not being able to sleep even when exhausted is much better than having to run to the toilet every three minutes to vomit. She hasn’t eaten anything in days, as it only results in her puking it anyways. She is already used to not having any food but she isn’t sure she can be so happy about not being able to keep any liquids down either.

He instructed his man and Axel wasted no time in drugging me and carrying me out of the office to whatsoever he is carrying me to. But I lost my conscious. I blacked out. All I know is that I don't want to be here, I pray the deal goes well. * How do you like this chapter? If you are reading and enjoying the story, please vote and comment and let the story be interactive.

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, body harm, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ I woke up with a start. Breathing heavily, I looked around my room. It was dark and nothing seemed out of place. Grabbing my chest, it felt like someone just ran a sword through me. This didn’t feel like it was coming from the runes, either.

Content Warning:This chapter has a suicide attempt scene, which may be distressing for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted individual or professional support for help. Remember, you are not alone. **Raisel – POV** I woke up with a pounding headache, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows. Alaric was busy adjusting the drapes, flooding the room with blinding light. “Morning, Raisins,” he greeted me.