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“Look at you. Crying. Running. Hiding. They’re right, you’re nothing.” Seraphine shook her head, backing away until the sink pressed into her spine. “No…” “You’re a curse.” The reflection leaned closer, its grin splitting unnaturally wide. “And you’ll kneel in the end.” Her breath hitched, heart thundering against her ribs. “Shut up,” she whispered, fingers digging into porcelain until her knuckles blanched. “Shut up…” The reflection laughed. Low. Cruel. The sound slithered over her skin, worming into her skull. Cracks bloomed across the mirror like spreading frost, splintering the distorted face into a thousand jagged smiles.

~Aria's POV~ The sound of running water pierced through my ears, reminding me what had just transpired in this room. The air of ambiguity still lingered in the air, but more than regret, I felt guilty. Maybe because I shouldn't be here and I shouldn't be doing this? I felt disgusted with myself, yet I smiled a bitterly, pushing away every sense of disgust. I wasn't just doing this for myself, I thought. It was probably to convince myself. Perhaps I had a choice, and perhaps I did not- it was the latter.

In the early morning light, Mira drove into her compound, parked and stepped out. Dressed in fitted gym wear that clung to her rounded belly, she opened the backseat and pulled out her gym bag. She paused, inhaled deeply, then walked inside. She headed straight to her room, dropped the bag on the bed and made her way into the bathroom. But the moment she stepped in, she froze. Her breath caught. Painted in bold, bloody strokes across the mirror were the chilling words: YOU ARE A MURDERER. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED.

mr Dennis said and stood up to drink the coffee he had dropped on the table "She is downstairs"Mira spoke up "What!? She came"mr Dennis asked "Yes pa"Mira replied standing up "Will go offer her the coffee she asked for "Mira added and opened the door to leave "Amor?.....are you ok ?"Mr Dennis asked noticing the vibe she gave "Yes pa"mira replied She knew she was not ok. ***** THE LIVING ROOM

What had gotten into her? "What is wrong with you?" "Are you serious right now? Do you expect me to sit here and let you cry on my shoulder over another woman?" "Since when do you care? We used to talk about Thalia all the time and you never got jealous" "We did?" "Are you sure the doctor signed your discharge form? Maybe you need a few more days in the hospital to clear your mind" "Fuck you. Aside from my broken leg, I'm perfectly fine. Take me home"

I never mattered. His phone buzzed briefly. Opening the message, he found it was a collection of surveillance clips his assistant had gathered. They were clips documenting every moment from my final days to my death. One clip showed the white sheet covering my deformed body. Another, me being wheeled into the crematorium. And there, the final parting between me and the world. Under the intense sunlight, Spencer staggered before suddenly crouching down and clutching his head tightly with both hands. He kept repeating in a daze, "How could this happen? How could she really be gone? Didn't you always say you're invincible, like a heroine?"

“Don’t forget to smile, Livy. It’s the last thing they’ll see before the lights go out.” I straightened my spine and walked back toward the ballroom. The “Perfect Wife” was gone. The “Tiresome Necessity” was dead. The woman walking back to Daniel’s side was a ghost with a recording, and I was going to make sure the whole world heard his “only woman” confession before the night was through.

Fear and nervousness coursed through Asher as he saw his wife crying while standing with Sofia. The worst case scenario flashed through his mind what if Cassia had discovered the affair between him and Sofia? Panicked, he immediately approached the two women.

I had to hang up. Dropping the phone with a thump, Mr. Williams squeezed my hips as he plunged his cock deeper into me. Holding the wall for balance, I could see the mirror shaking as he pounded me. Struggling to keep my moans quiet, he stared at me, his breaths panting in my ear. He reached around the front and continued playing with my clit as he fucked me.

She said out loud eyeing he mirror at her side. Josey got up and walked over to it. She got close and cupped her face against it to see if it was possibly a two-way mirror. Not being able to see anything, Josey felt she was being silly by assuming it was. “Now, you listen here Mr. Stormway, I refuse to take the job, even if you beg me to!” Josey said suddenly squaring off with her reflection. “What's that, oh! You want to pay me how much? Never, I still refuse!” She responded loudly to her reflection.