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Fenris glared at Damien and his ‘promise', wanting to kill him where he stands, for he was practically forbidding Christen any form of freedom she had. “I want to forget.” The words that came out of his mate’s mouth came as a surprise for him, and Damien, as the tears escaped Christen's eyes. “All the time we had... I want to forget it all. I can’t believe… I let myself believe in that fantasy again... Let myself go through this pain again. Please. I'll take whatever customers you want me to take, just as long as they help me forget good ever existed in this world. Remind me that there is never any good for me.”

I cry out. “Stop fighting it!” Callan reaches for me. “No!” Kieran spins me away. His breath is hot on my neck. “Break the bond, Nova. Before it breaks you.” The glass roof shatters above us. Shards rain down like diamonds. Callan's eyes meet mine through the falling glass. “Remember your promise.” Kieran's grip tightens. “Remember your pain.” The vine burns brighter. My vision goes white. “NOVA!” Both voices shout my name.

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

I throw my phone across the room with an angry shout, watching it shatter into a hundred tiny pieces, scatters all over the floor. Fuck. XXX

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

The pressure built, coiling tight in my belly. He added a third finger, stretching me wide. Thumb on my clit, pressing down. “Come for me,” he ordered, voice muffled against me. “Now.” I shattered. The orgasm hit hard, waves crashing through me. I screamed his name, body convulsing, pussy clenching around his fingers. Juices gushed, soaking his hand, his chin. My hands slipped a bit, but I caught them, keeping them up. Tears pricked my eyes again—from the intensity, the release.

“Tell me how much you love being my little pain slut. Tell me how badly you need me to ruin you.” He’s crying, shaking, completely broken. Good, he can't go back to normal after this.

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.