Novel & Cerita Knew Better Part 2

But right now all I feel is empty. We sit there until the wine's gone. Until Maya has to leave for work tomorrow. Until I'm alone again in my mediocre apartment with my mediocre life. I check my phone one more time before bed. Another message from that unknown number. **Unknown: Tomorrow will be better. Promise.** I don't believe them. But I save the number anyway.

And in the quiet aftermath, a new dawn awaited—one filled with hope, love, and the promise of a future they would face, side by side, unshakable and unstoppable. Part-2:Kane’s Reflection Somewhere far from the city, in a dimly lit room, Kane sat alone. The air was cold, the walls bare, save for a single holographic screen flickering in front of him. His empire had crumbled. His network destroyed. Yet he remained—alive, calculating, and more dangerous than ever. > “They think it’s over,” he murmured to himself, voice low and laced with dark amusement. “They believe they’ve won. They’ve dismantled my empire… but they have not seen the depth of my patience.”

"Let me explain. This is just a misunderstanding—" "I need to get off this ship. I'm going to see my mom at the hospital," I cut in, repeating my demand. He must've felt a pang of guilt, because he finally gave in, but he still wouldn't let go of my wrist. "Okay, don't be mad. We'll have another wedding next month. No more screw-ups this time, I promise." I just wanted to make a quick escape, so I nodded and went with it. He finally looked relieved and said he'd take me off the ship personally.

I didn't even see my best friend, Florence Knowles, off when she moved to Suttonville. At the time, she teased me, saying I valued love over friendship, and told me to visit her in Suttonville for a few days. Now, I could finally go see her.

The surgery was officially over. David's anesthesia began to wear off. His eyes fluttered open, his voice weak. "Doctor… Is my private part still there?" I raised a brow, cold smile in place. "Of course." He exhaled, a faint grin of relief in his haze. "Good… Roxanne loves that part of me the most…" Ha! She loved it the most, huh? I wondered how I should break it to him that Roxanne was the one who had signed off on removing that very part of him.

They had not even gotten to the pack house when they heard their names, “Alston Curran, and his loyal beta, we welcome you back from your trip.”

I turn my head at her, "What?" She was about to answer but refrain herself upon hearing a sound of steps behind me. My eyes move pressing my lips together realizing that Morgan just successfully follow me again. I briefly look at Rosetta and shrug my shoulder before I decided to continue walking. The house helper greeted me and just like I used to do, I force myself to smile making sure that I would be look approachable. It took me months to be in stage where I can finally say that the accident can't no longer haunt me because I am finally recovered from the trauma it caused me. Although the trade off that happen to have my second life is my memory- I live in a quite contended life. Mom and

"You never do." "Wow!" Eden whispered. "I know right now it might not seem like it, but Liam, I'm still the same person you met two years ago, and I know I made a terrible mistake, but I want you in my life. I want you in Aiden's life, and we can still have the life that you imagined."

She tries to sooth me. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. “Yeah, I guess so.” A few seconds of silence pass between us where all that could be heard was the sound of my deep breaths. “So… exactly how good was he?” She asks, switching back from my COO to my best friend.

Another guy with a cute ponytail said he was a tad shorter than Marcello. "Hi my princess my name is Mattia your second oldest brother. I love you and I will take care of you for the rest of your life. I've always wanted a baby sister I'm so happy to have finally found you" he says as he whips a tear that threatens to fall from his eyes. No one has ever cried for me this feeling in my chest is confusing my brain. Why are they so happy to see me I thought I was abandoned. My negative thoughts are interrupted by another voice.