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Judging from the photo and the way he grin, it was obvious that he's a perverted old man. They roamed their eyes around discreetly, and both of it landed at the same subject at the same time. He was there at the center of the sofa, surrounded by girls clinging to him. Those girls were probably just the same age as Raven so her expression can't even be painted when he saw Mr. Zapata kissing one of the girls. "Yuck," Raven murmured. She wants to vomit because what she just saw is nauseating. "I could never. I would punch him before he touches me." Raven said with finality in her voice.

I used the pain to force myself to stay calm. "Don't cry, Veronica. This isn't the time to break down." Past tenderness turned into cold hatred, replacing the sadness and quickly filling my heart. I had to leave this place right now! I quickly restored the study to its original state, taking only the organ transplant agreement and the photo, hiding them carefully. These would be evidence for future reckoning. Back in the cold bedroom, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in a long time. "Hello, Uncle Dante?"

I came again, falling apart in his arms, tears streaking down my face, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He followed, hips jerking, spilling inside me with a guttural moan, collapsing against my chest, both of us shaking and ruined. We lay together on the altar, tangled in sweat and candlelight, the world silent except for our breathing. Nathan kissed my forehead, his lips soft and shaking. “My salvation,” he whispered, voice full of wonder and regret. “And my sin.” I curled into him, body aching, soul full, feeling at once damned and redeemed.

"Do you honestly think that you can escape that easily?" "How did you get this number?" Summer asked. A laugh sounded from the other end, "Do you really think it would be hard for me to get ahold of your number if you changed it?" He was right, why would she expect any less? From such a powerful man figuring out what he wanted was as easy as a snap of the fingers. "Please, just let me go." Summer found herself begging. Despite promising herself she would never beg she couldn't help it in that moment. The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her.

The sheer weight of the words made the air dense. “You’re not broken,” he added, stepping closer. “That kind of thing is common. It doesn’t define you.” “Fuck Aiden,” Noah spat, his voice laced with fury. “You’re perfect.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I sank down onto a spare yoga mat in the corner of the gym, the cool vinyl brushing against my calves. My body felt heavier than it had five minutes ago. I wrapped my arms around my knees and exhaled slowly.

The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face. He staggered back, almost falling to the ground. The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me. "Giselle, you—" I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. "She's your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?" Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest. A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

Russian… My breath caught as I looked down to see tattooed fingers wrapped around me. My heart skipped as I slowly lifted my gaze. And there he was. Sin... Of course…Because apparently, my life was no longer complicated enough. “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, the frustration in my voice breaking through before I could stop it. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping him as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. “That is not how you greet someone who just saved you,” he replied calmly. I pulled away from him immediately, my pulse still racing.

“That’s a good plan, Mia. It won’t be easy, but if you play this right, you won’t just save Emma. You’ll save yourself, too.” Determination settled in my chest. I had two days. To save Emma. To change my fate. And to finally make things right. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighbourhood. I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom of the house Apollo and I were using. My reflection was unfamiliar—Sandy, the name I had given myself, was supposed to be a fresh start. But how could I be someone new when the weight of my past clung to me so tightly?

Until my voice-box went hoarse. Until my lungs collapsed. To scream until I couldn’t scream anymore. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to move past this. No matter how hard I tried… I knew that I would never be able to forget her. To shake her from my mind. To fuck another woman to replace her. She was my life. My saviour. My saving fucking grace. The remedy for my fucked-up black soul. She was all that I needed… And I wasn’t going to allow this to slide so easily.