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Jake backed off but did not quit. He loitered outside the school daily, begging for forgiveness every time he saw me. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance," he repented. I ignored him, sick of his face and words. Unable to move me, he went online and started a livestream.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

The city lights were blurring into a sea of neon, but for the first time in a week, I could breathe. ​I was no longer "Martin," the junior editor. I was Hannah. And the King was alone in his castle. The transition from the sterile, suffocating silence of the 40th floor to the pulsating bass of a BGC lounge was exactly the shock to the system I needed. The air in Bonifacio Global City felt different—sharper, younger, and far away from the "Legacy" that had tried to swallow me whole.

" I went home excitedly as I looked forward to continuing my studies. The next day, I looked at the luxurious mansion in front of me with trepidation. I was worried Mrs. Sanders would not like me. I might end up losing my chances with school. However, I worked up the courage to enter the house. The door opened before I even knocked. "You're here, Zara. Come on in! "Take a seat and have a drink. Just wait a little. Mrs. Sanders will be down soon." "Thank you, Mr. Sanders." I sat on the sofa with a glass of water as I waited for Mrs. Sanders. It was an intense pain that woke me up from unconsciousness. Larry was on top of me when I said with fear.

“No… no… no! Oh God, please!” “God?” the voice replied, dripping with sarcasm. “There is no God that’s going to save you here. Save your breath, human.” It took a moment for my brain to register that someone else was here with me. I sniffled, swallowing my sobs, knowing that crying would do nothing to help me escape this nightmare. “Who are you? Where are we? What is this place?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m Vladivostok,” the voice replied with a bitter chuckle. “But you can call me Vlad. Welcome to hell, sweetheart—the beasts’ lair.”

"Don't even think about turning us against each other! You're already divorced now." I gave him a cold smile. "You can believe whatever you want." But I knew that once you started questioning things, every little detail would start to look like confirmation…until all of it finally exploded. Still, I no longer wanted to know what would happen between them. My flight was leaving soon, and I was going home to celebrate my belated New Year's Day.

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

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It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot