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My jaw clenched, and I shut my eyes briefly as her trembling voice pushed through the speaker. She stood her ground, told him off, then walked to the door only to find it locked. He just sat there, laughing, like he was watching a joke play out. Then my call came through. I pressed delete permanently. “Keep the memory card,” I muttered. My voice came out flat, deadly. I walked straight to the reverend, who was now sitting like a fool, disheveled and pretending to be clueless. “So, you were going to add sexual harassment to your long list of sins, right?” I said as I sat down across from him. “You already have a sin associated with that butcher of a doctor—what’s his name again?”

*** ALEXANDER As soon as I hung up the phone, I called Adrian. "Boss!" "Pulled out half of my share from Revira's Enterprise." "Okay." He quickly replied, and we hung up. "Let's see how long all of you act mighty and high. Revira's Enterprise will go down once I pull all my shares. I resumed my work with James's eyes fixed on me.

To dismiss the thought, I shook my head several times and then I edged closer to the door. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Slowly, I reached up to slip in my hearing aid because I was desperate to catch every word. I needed to know. I needed to hear it clearly! “You know I’ve missed you,” Gabriel’s voice was low and it was so different from the way he talked to me yesterday. “You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, sweetheart,” he added. And at that moment, I pushed the door open just enough to see inside, and my stomach twisted as my worst fears were confirmed. Gabriel was on the bed, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his body was pressed against…I

the Reverend intoned in his deep baritone, "Mother and Son, Brother and Sister. You shall lay here together before the altar and leave an offering of seed into the womb, and leave together in peace and the sanctity of silence." The Reverend then nodded somberly to all of us and left the room. I was somewhat confused at that point. Although it is plenty clear now, I honestly didn't understand what was to come next. My confusion mounted as first Mama then Su lay their bouquets of Poppies on the altar

immaculate, suffocating, and smelling of beeswax and ancient paper. Reverend Mother Colette sat behind her massive, polished mahogany desk, her posture as rigid as a pillar of stone. Her glasses were perched on the bridge of her sharp nose, and she was reviewing a stack of ledger papers with such intensity that she didn't look up when Claire stood before her. For a long minute, the only sound was the scratching of the Reverend Mother’s pen. Claire stood with her hands clasped, her eyes fixed on a spot on the carpet, trying to make herself small, trying to be the shy, obedient girl she had been for years.

For a moment, the man who had always been composed looked lost — as if the ground beneath him had disappeared. Revania, recovering from her shock, let out a small laugh. “Well, isn’t this convenient?” she said. “The saint finally confesses. I should’ve recorded this.” “Enough,” Damien growled, but Devia shook her head again. “Let her talk,” Devia said softly. “She needs to hear herself gloat — that’s all she has left.” Revania’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t act so noble, Devia. You’re nothing but—”

Blood clouded my vision, and sharp pain stabbed my head. Elias had a gash on his forehead, blood streaming down in a steady flow, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, straining to lift me up. In a daze, the scene felt strangely familiar. At that moment, the comments exploded. 'Whoa, everyone! Isn't this the scene from when the male and female leads died in their past life? Could it be that they're regaining their memories?'

Even better. But Selene knew silence didn’t mean surrender. It meant planning. And she was done playing nice. At exactly 4:17 AM, she rose from the chair and crossed the room to her desk. She grabbed her laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the loading bar stretch across the screen like a slow exhale. Then a folder appeared. "REVELATIONS" Selene clicked it open. Dozens of video files. She clicked on the first one. Cherry. Alone in her room, pacing in front of a mirror. The angle was odd, almost like someone had hidden a camera in the bookshelf. The date on the video read two weeks ago.

I almost cursed into the phone but I held my breath as I heard a female voice. “Evening Harmony, this is Rhonda from the hiring site, we were able to contact Mr. Ichabod and we are happy to announce that he will be resuming tomorrow, is that okay?” “Oh yea, thanks Rhonda.” “Good, please don’t forget to rate and leave a review on our site. Have a great night.” The call ended just as Vivian entered. “Who is Ichabod?” I stood up and frowned, surprised she had heard what transpired and then I realized my phone was on a loudspeaker.

She's never coming back! Daniel sprawled across the back seat, bawling his eyes out. He didn't stop until they reached the police station. "Ed, I won't let Helen die for nothing. I will get justice for her." Uncle Ed gazed at him intensely for a moment but said nothing more. He only let out a heavy sigh and brought Daniel to identify my remains. The moment Daniel laid eyes on my corpse, he broke down in tears again. He pointed at the jagged cracks on my skull in disbelief, his voice trembling. "Did she do this to herself? How much pain was she in? And I didn't know any of it. I'm the one who killed her. I don't deserve to call myself her uncle!"