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I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

I pushed her away. “You cheated. I did nothing. Why should I apologize?” I was about to throw her out when she sneered and shoved her phone in front of my face. The moment I saw the screen, all the blood drained from my body. My mother hung above a rapidly spinning industrial grinder. “You have always been petty and vicious. If you did not spread those rumors, then who did? Shane, if you do not apologize, your mother will be ground into pieces because of you.” I watched in horror as the rope slowly lowered her closer to the blades.

Joel drained my love for him until there was nothing left but hatred. One day, he had a luxury bag couriered over again. I called him up and asked to meet. When he arrived with hopeful eyes, I took the bag and handed it to a girl passing by. "Y-You don't like that brand anymore? I can get something else next time." "It's not about the brand. Everything you give me reeks of your stench. I don't want any of it." Joel opened his mouth, then closed it again, speechless. His eyes slowly reddened.

She sat back down next to Ethan. Gwen leaned toward me and quietly asked, "Are you just going to let them off that easily?" I shrugged as I sorted my documents. "Yeah. I've already decided to end our relationship. I just haven't told her yet." We had held 52 weddings and not one of them happened. I was tired. After work, Rachel actually came over to help me pack up my things. "Let's go. I booked a table for 8:00 pm at Moonlight Bistro. We'll get there just in time."

"Oh, that's my mom." The lady's mother was fishing on some ocean out there, and she was in charge of home. Technically, the building was hers. Shocked, my jaw dropped. Then, without even thinking, I took all the cakes in the shop and did not pay for them. I paid for the next day. "It was a joke." I knew she didn't need money, so I gave her some decorative items. It filled up the space she wanted to fill nicely. That was thanks for her help.

The room went still, tension hanging heavy in the air. "Have you no shame?" My assistant, Melody, stormed over, standing protectively in front of me, her face red with anger. "Everyone knows Emilia is the maker of Eternal Dawn! Don't you feel an ounce of shame, stealing it like this?" Hannah's eyes welled up immediately, turning her into the perfect picture of wounded innocence. Her red-rimmed eyes and trembling nose played to the crowd with flawless ease, winning sympathy, as always. And sure enough, as soon as her sobs began, Ethan's furious voice thundered through the silence, splitting the air like a crack of lightning.

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

After I went out, I saw the huge sum of money and transferred it back to him. It was only then I realized that out of the thousands of messages I sent Aidan, he only replied to a few. His measly replies even included the transfer of funds and the screenshot of the event setup. In the living room, Aidan heard the notification that I was transferring the money back to him. He felt a bit irritated as he tightened his grip around the phone. It was 6 p.m. when I received a call from Aidan. “Liora, where are you?”

I've been with Sebastian Radford for five years, and I assume there are no secrets between us. Then, the night before our engagement party, Sebastian says, "Cece, check the group chat." I open the four-person group text, confused. "Nobody sent anything." Sebastian goes, "Oh. I misread it." When he heads into the bathroom, the tablet on the coffee table lights up with two new messages. My friend, Noelle Frasier, texts, "You scared me to death. You almost gave away our trip plans." My childhood friend, Wade Kirby, writes, "I really don't want Cece to tag along. I can't even cut loose with her around." Sebastian replies, "I'll be more careful next time." I glance at the group name. "No