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I also parked my car in a vacant space. When the loud engine of Valentino’s car finally died down. I took the key off from the ignition, grabbed my handbag and got out of the car. Shifting my handbag to my left, I stride towards the entrance but came to a halt when a woman dressed in formal office attire suddenly stepped in and blocked my path. "Are you Miss Emiliana Vergara?" Not knowing what was happening, I watched her with my brows slightly raised and nodded. “Yes, I am.”

Lionel sent Kara an unexpected apology, and she gladly took it. Which brings them here, to the end of their lives. She could still hear the distant wailing of an ambulance, the light footsteps on gravel, the incoherent voices of traffic enforcers and police officers and onlookers. For some morbid reason, she didn't mind going this way. At the back of her head, in the most masochistic way, she was glad it was finally over, and maybe this was how she deserved to die. As the noises finally died away, replaced by a loud ringing in her ears which also eventually faded, she decided to accept her fate.

On the back, written in red ink, were six chilling words: "You're already too late, Emma Parker." Emma's hands began to shake. Liam was alive. But time was running out.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

CHAPTER 41 The last remnants of sweetness lingered in the air long after the dessert plates were cleared away. Nancy leaned back, her fingertips gently tracing an invisible path on the polished wood table. The rich, comforting taste of cocoa and cream still coated her tongue, a stark contrast to the knot of tension that had marked the start of her day.

It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it. I suddenly felt that everything was so pointless. Eating cake felt pointless. Buying luxuries felt pointless. A life like this felt so, so pointless. - The next day, I went straight to the private hospital to see Jason. He was staring so hard at his computer that he did not even notice me walking in. When I called his name softly, he quickly closed the page he had been looking at in a panic. It was a ticketing page for a popular boy band's tour. "Why are you here? If you needed something, you could have called."

Karina would succumb to the poison long before then. Charlie and Kael started talking in circles of what could be done, always coming back to the same answer that it was nothing. Griffin stayed silent the whole time, his eyes watching Karina with a kind of desperate despair as he kissed her knuckles. They were all losing focus and couldn’t think clearly with Karina’s death hanging over everyone’s heads. I looked down at Karina on her bed, she looked so frail and sick that something in me broke.

" A sharp pain struck my chest, and my breathing grew tight. Elara’s words were like a dull knife, carving into my heart again and again. She knew exactly how to hurt me the most, which was why she could defeat me so easily. I drew in a slow breath and tried to steady myself. "You’re right. A jinx like me doesn’t deserve you. We’re done. The wedding is canceled." After saying that, I hung up. A notification from Elara’s social media popped up on my phone. She was completely naked, draped over Drew, the flush on her face not yet faded. She had written: "No matter how much time passes, you will always be the one I couldn’t have. I finally gave myself to you. From now on, I’m yours."

Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out. After all, the base shuttle was the only transportation out of this place. Luckily, I caught the final bus of the day. After boarding, I casually pulled out my work card and tapped it against the scanner. The machine immediately flashed an alert. 'Invalid card. Please scan again.' My heart skipped. I hurriedly tried a second time. Still invalid. The driver shot me an impatient look. "Are you leaving or not? If your card doesn't work, get off already. Stop holding everyone else up."