Novel & Cerita The Final Three Days Of Us

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

"In three days, the most powerful Alphas in the country will all be gathered in New York." "And that's where I'll spring my trap."

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

But fortunately, a shred of reason remained in me. I did not hesitate. I did not turn back. Sitting in my car, replaying the piercing scenes from tonight, I trembled uncontrollably. I pulled out my phone and still sent that message I had contemplated for so long. [Clara, starting today, let’s part on good terms.] Before pressing send, I could not help recalling everything that had happened between us over the past five years. But everything ended today. The message failed to send. A glaring exclamation mark appeared.

The nurse replied, "He checked out already. He stayed for three days after surgery, then handled the discharge paperwork himself and left." After hearing the nurse's words, Ines walked out of the hospital in a daze, clutching her phone and still calling me over and over. "Arthur, where did you go? Please answer the phone." Meanwhile, after a three-hour flight, I arrived safely in Harbor City. As soon as I got off the plane, I saw my father in the arrivals hall. After three years apart, there were more lines around his eyes and more white in his hair. I rushed toward him.

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

"This is our last chance, Ava. If we fail—" "We won't fail." I stood and walked to him. "We've come too f ar to fail now." He looked at me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "Three days," he said. "Three days," I echoed. The countdown had begun.

Luke called me countless times, but I never answered. Finally, he sent me a message. 'Bianca, Ramona has gone crazy. Please come back to me. I swear I'll listen to anything you say.' I replied with only one sentence. 'I'll see you in court.'

The conversation was the most honest they had ever had, full of vulnerability and the reaffirmation of their bond. By the end, they reaffirmed their commitment. No matter what the announcement brought, they would face it together. The syndicate could force them to stand in front of the world and declare their love. But they couldn’t force the truth out of it. The final countdown had begun. Three days until the public announcement. Three days to find one last way to fight back. Three days to hold onto each other while the world closed in. They fell asleep tangled together, the link humming with shared resolve and quiet love.

The final broadcast was simply titled “Until the End.” Over 12 million viewers flooded in the moment it went live. The sanctuary was stripped back to basics — no elaborate set, just the large circular altar bathed in stark crimson light. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center with a smaller group of their closest family members. The air felt charged, almost electric with unspoken fear and desperate desire. Sophia addressed the camera without her usual sultry performance voice. “They want to end us tomorrow,” she said, her tone raw and steady. “So tonight we give you everything we have left.”