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“Then make it.” I looked at him—really looked at him. At the person who anchored me through every storm, every collapse, every fear. At the one who never let me fall. At the one who saw me before I saw myself. And suddenly, the answer wasn’t terrifying. It was obvious. “I don’t want the eclipse to be something ancient,” I whispered. “I want it to be something new.” Grayson’s eyes steadied. “Then say it.” I swallowed. “I choose a new identity. A new eclipse. One that belongs to me alone.”

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At least I think that's what it was. "Aidan... Aiden... Jayden Andrada!" She shouted, followed by a series of cries. I couldn't help but feel bad for my sister because I'd never seen her in such a depressed state before, and it was all because of that jerk, Jayden Andrada. "Jayden Andrada," I muttered, feeling like I heard that name before, and then it hit me. I find it hard to believe that Mel's new boyfriend is the billionaire, Jayden Andrada since almost everyone has heard of him, especially after a well-known lifestyle magazine in the Philippines featured him in an article about eligible bachelors.

I also call Dheer and Molly that they will come. Flashback ends. Present. They all are looking at me with shock all over written on their faces. So I decided to break the ice. "I decided this I will never change my decision ". . . . . Please like and add my book on your library. Please also follow me. Thank you.❤❤❤

He said with a slight smile. “ Hey don’t forget no one knows my real identity here, you don’t dare to expose me.” Joy said rolling his eyes at Alexander. “ Yes, those thick glasses and these stupid dresses is enough to make me remember that” He said making a face. “ you better remember that. Otherwise you will get in to trouble.” She said with a funny expression. “ You better keep your identity secret. I won’t be there to help you always.” Alexander warned. “ Look at that face of yours. Did you saw some ghost” Joy laughed out loud seeing his expression.

I didn’t catch the flash of confusion in Adrian’s eyes. Not long after I left the hospital, an encrypted text came through. The new identity was ready. Name, documents, exit records, all of it spotless. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, then booked a plane ticket under the new name right away. That night, I went back to the estate. Adrian sat waiting in the living room, a black velvet box in front of him. When I came in, he lifted his eyes to me. “Today, I’ll chalk it up to you being upset.”

"You know if your identity leaks, it’ll be a hurricane." Maeve turned her face and kissed the palm of his hand. "I need to. This story saved me while I was writing it. Maybe it can save someone out there." The book was released discreetly by a medium-sized independent publisher. No major campaign. Just a simple post on social media under the pseudonym and a few copies sent to reviewers. Maeve expected nothing more than a handful of reads. But the unexpected happened.

I nodded, pulling out my own folded paper, my hands trembling as I unfolded it. "I spent five years," I began, my voice catching immediately, "building an entire identity around a single, narrow story. A savior. A rescue. A version of love that required choosing correctly between two clearly defined options." I looked between them both, my heart full to bursting. "I got something so much messier and stranger than that instead, and somewhere along the way, without ever quite noticing the exact moment it happened, it became the actual answer rather than a complicated detour on the way to one." I took a steadying breath. "I promise to keep choosing honesty over convention, every single day, for

] I downloaded the video and saved it. Then my best friend called. "Your new identity has been registered," she said. "The documents will be mailed to you by tomorrow. "Also, I've booked your flight—tomorrow night at eleven. "Don't worry. With this new identity, Charles will never be able to find you."

Something unspoken passed between us; ambition, danger, curiosity. “Then we have a deal,” I said. He extended his hand. I shook it. His palm was warm, steady. And just like that, I felt it, the first spark of the woman I used to be. That night, back in the mansion, I locked my door and opened my laptop. New identity. New company name. New designs. For hours, I worked, sketching, planning, and building. Each line of color, each concept, was a piece of my resurrection.