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Zayn's Pov I nudged the bedroom door open with my shoulder, carefully balancing the tray in my hand. The scent of basil and tomatoes filled the air as I stepped inside, where Araceli sat propped against the headboard, her laptop on her thighs, her eyes puffy and tired. “Special delivery,” I said, setting the tray down on the nightstand. She glanced at the bowl, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “What’s this?”

I blew and blew to clear it away. There were cookie crumbs on the floor that Jasper had dropped. Again, I blew and blew. Finally, I admired my handiwork with satisfaction. How capable I was! Then, I waited. The sky outside changed from light to dark, and then from dark to light. Mom and Dad still hadn't returned. Had they abandoned me? Well, that was okay. I was a burden anyway. Just as my head started drooping and I was about to fall asleep, the front door finally opened.

She was a pure devil. Zoya I stepped into the study room, uninterested. Irtaza was standing near the bookshelf, holding one of abbu's favourite books by Warren Buffet. "Huh!", I passed a mockery smile as soon as I stepped inside. He frowned at me. "What will you do by reading such books, Irtaza? You're not the one who believes in hard work and brain to make money", I taunted him while coming inside. He slammed the book shut and placed it on the shelf.

Peace was impossible around her, and staying in the same house when she was there felt unbearable. I drove to a nearby bar, a place I had never visited before. I wanted anonymity, a new space where no one knew me. This bar fit the bill. "Two shots of whiskey, please," I said to the bartender as I perched on one of the high chairs at the bar. He slid the drinks toward me, and I grabbed one. I downed it in a single gulp, my eyes drifting to the TV screen mounted in the corner of the room. “Another victory for Rebecca Harrington as she sells 5,000 units of her new product in just five seconds! If she can do this in five seconds, imagine what she could achieve in one minute—or one hour!"

“Relax, sweetheart. Name’s Nova. You were out cold for almost an hour. Thought you weren’t gonna make it.” I sat up fast, head spinning. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?” Nova raised a brow. “You really don’t remember anything, huh?” I frowned. “Last thing I remember, I got pushed off a fucking cliff. You telling me I’m not dead?” That made a few boys nearby glance at me. One of them snorted. “We all thought that, dude.” Nova sighed, crouching beside me. “Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.”

"I think there's a little bookstore near the shopping district, it's at the end of the road." I immediately stood up and pulled Zen. "Let's go! We need the recipe book!” I shouted in excitement. Zen looked at me and chuckled. "Do you know how to cook?" he teased. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled. "Huh! You might die when you taste my cooking!” With that, I dragged Zen in the middle of the shopping district. I was about to pull him on the right when I felt such gravity. I almost tripped because of its sudden stop.

~Valeria~ I was sitting on the floor between two bookshelves, squinting at this super old book about sealing rituals, when the entire library went from quiet study zone turned into a loud house of chaos. Expecting the front door to gently open was my first mistake when they slammed against the walls. I immediately laid low to avoid getting hit. My head jerked up and Zane was already on his feet, his whole vibe shifting from bored bodyguard to someone who was ready to spill blood.

However, her hand unconsciously rested against the front of my pants. With the way we were standing, it was easy for her to reach. She was preparing, too. "Three… two… one…" The train suddenly plunged into the longest tunnel. The entire carriage fell into complete darkness. At that exact moment, Phoebe quickly pulled open the zipper at the front of my pants. At the same time, I hurriedly tugged her black stockings down just a little…

“Everything we have here reminds me my old life is behind me. Every bite of caviar is a bite of freedom.” Rebecca’s breastbone pressed in against her heart. “That’s a nice way to put it.” Trey reached out to take Zane’s hand. Zane returned his hold with a squeeze. Zane had told his story lightly, but she guessed sharing it wasn’t that easy. “I read your brothers’ interview,” Trey said. He startled her. “Oh,” she said, her hand coming to her chest. Zane was looking at him as if this surprised him as well.

But the white-gold current was already running through the fallen iron, the electricity snapping against his iridescent hide with a high-pitched, pneumatic shriek that forced him back down into the mud, his great front paws trembling from the shock. "The audit is closed, Zora," Elena’s voice came through the smoke, perfectly clear, perfectly close despite the barrier of fire and steel between us. She was standing right on top of the fallen girder, her charcoal silk dress untouched by the soot. "Hand over the asset line, or I will authorize the primary clearing house to dump the high-frequency trading load directly into the child’s neural cortex. Her heart will last about four minutes before