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I kept telling myself that it was good and quiet meant safe. At 10:12 a.m., it finally buzzed. It's Alaric. Helena’s in the city. Board meeting tomorrow. She just called. Stay low. My stomach dipped. I typed back: What does she want? His reply came fast, too fast. Everything. I deleted the message. A second later, Mariel came out of her room, yawning, her hair was a mess. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Work,” I said, too quickly.

“So, are you trying to say…” “I will terminate Tita Ingrid’s power in both LEC and Leesteel.” “Are you serious about that?” I heard Marl’s car stop. Suddenly the other side of the line got noisy, he must have reached the club where Michaela was headed. “Yeah. Are you at the club already?” Marl sighed in trouble. “Yeah. Michaela’s already inside.” “Okay. I’m going to hang up now. Take care.” I ended the call. I breathed a sigh of relief when Marl sent Ren’s number immediately.

Then, on a rainy Thursday evening, Kian walked into the living room with his phone in hand and that careful expression he wore when he was about to hand me something heavy. “They found her,” he said. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Marlene Cross?” He nodded. “She’s alive. Seventy-eight now. Living in a nursing home outside Hartford. Declan spoke to her this morning.” Matteo, who had been reading reports at the dining table, stood and came to sit beside me on the couch. His hand found mine immediately. “What did she say?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Kian sat across from us, elbows on his knees. “She remembers a young woman, early twenties, dark hair, terrified but determined. Pa

Jamila trailed off. “It’s okay. I’m sure Dad or my brothers will be calling me soon,” Marlene muttered. Her phone rang almost immediately. “Who is it?” Ruby asked. “Thane, Caspian, and Dad,” Marlene said, hands cold. She glanced at Ethan, calm and collected, yet something about him felt dangerous. The earlier she stayed away, the better. But she wasn’t the type to listen. Her phone rang again. “Caspian,” she answered.

The emergency light flickered. The tunnel led up. And for the first time since the storm, Mara saw a weak stripe in the distance at the end of the gang. Morning light. The mainland was waiting. But in her pocket, something suddenly vibrated. Not the box. An old phone. Wet. Deadly believed. It was Mara's own phone. And although it hadn't had a net for days, the screen flashed. A new message. From an unknown contact. Just one sentence: Room 214. Hurry. – Lena

Melanie said in an urgent tone. "Huh… Can't you tell me over the phone?" It sounded like he wanted to refuse. "We'd better talk in person. I'll go to your house right now!" Melanie insisted. "Alright. We'll talk when we meet." Professor Marshall hung up. Melanie rubbed her chest and took deep breaths. Soon, Professor Turner sent her a message. "Maximilian left early!" It was him! Melanie bit her lower lip. She was not sure if what she felt was excitement or something else.

She turned, forcing a smile as Celine reappeared from the office, holding her bag. “Heading out?” Marites asked lightly. “Yeah,” Celine said. “Don’t stay too long.” Marites nodded. “Of course.” As Celine stepped into the drizzle outside, a vibration buzzed faintly in Liam’s pocket. He pulled out his phone — an unmarked message, no sender ID. Just one line: Check the system. Now. He looked up sharply, eyes darting toward the counter where Marites stood motionless, her hand still on the register.

Marlene appeared when she sensed that Selene was about to meditate. As she sat there, everywhere was silent. She was expecting to hear either the praises of the people or them asking for help, but it was silent and empty. “I don't understand. I can't feel or hear anything. Have they stopped calling unto me?” She asked Marlene. “I don't think so, but I do know that a few times back, they were pretty angry that they didn't get answers to their questions and prayers.” Marlene revealed. “What! Why didn't you tell me?” She asked.

Marlene's mind was confused, and she didn't want Vanessa to have a phone with her. "Tomorrow I went to see her." Abigail's voice was soft and gentle. "Okay, I have a tricky case here. Can you come over tomorrow and help me take a look?" "Okay." After Abigail ended the call, she saw that Marlene had sent a bunch of W******p messages. "Shameless bitch, so fond of spreading your legs for men to sleep with? Have you devoured and defiled all the manners that the Guzman family taught you over the years?"

But I didn't care "Then I'll make sure you have a glamorous wedding…I will make it memorable for you, "Marlene said, grinned and planted a kiss on my forehead. By now I had no objection to anything. I was about to say something when my phone vibrated. Marlene nodded for me to go on hence I picked up from the table and answered it "Hello," I said as soon as I answered and waited for the caller to ask. All I did was nod at the words spoken. This was great news. I couldn't help but smile knowing everything was falling in place