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"No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering." We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sister, it was probably full of guilt and self-pity. But maybe, just maybe, there was something real in there too. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anthony. "My father dissolved the partnership with Samuel today. It's official." I read the message twice, then typed back. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. But it's done." "And how are you taking it?"

~ Liana ~ The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside. With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Splintered. Broke. My heart shattered. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” My beautiful, beautiful Jeremiah. The man who looked like God come to save me. Now his face was a mess. Swollen. Bloodied. Burns and scars marking it alonh with his hands. My legs gave out on me first and then my control on my emotions. I fell to my knees and a sound left me that didn’t feel human.

Chapter Ninety Six: Peace The room was quiet, the hum of the evening outside barely heard through the windows. Rachel sat on the bed, pulled her knees up close to her chest, and looked down at her hands. It had been an emotional day in surges which would leave one drained and still feel lighter than it had in weeks. She had heard Noah's words, taken the weight of his forgiveness, and finally-finally-allowed herself to believe that moving on was possible.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Cracks bloomed across the mirror like spreading frost, splintering the distorted face into a thousand jagged smiles. Then the glass gave way. The mirror shattered with a violent crack, raining shards into the sink, tinkling like mocking applause. Seraphine collapsed, knees buckling. She curled onto the cold tile, arms wrapping tight around herself, rocking as tremors wracked her body. Her breath came ragged, shallow, tasting of dust and copper. She pressed her forehead to her knees, tears streaking hot down her cheeks. For a moment, she thought she might disappear entirely, break apart into ash like the words on her pages, scatter, and be forgotten.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

My voice cracked into yells, screams, curses I didn’t even know I had in me. He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften. He drove me harder, like he wanted to brand me into this glass, like he wanted me to never forget how he looked when I shattered under him. And I let him. I gave him everything. My voice. My tears. My shame. My need. I was undone, shameless, shaking and pleading for more even when my body was splintering apart. When I broke, it was catastrophic. I screamed, clawed, sobbed, my body collapsing against him even as he kept going, wringing me dry. He held me there… against the mirror, against myself… until I was nothing but fragments in his hands.