Treachery Bleach 소설 & 이야기

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.

Bleiz said that he and his were regretful. Bleiz talked about his madness and despair during the past few months of searching for me. I struggled to suppress the tremors throughout my body, not out of pleasure, nor out of sorrow, but because the long-delayed truth suddenly tore open the scab, revealing the unhealed rotten flesh beneath. It’s too late, everything is too late. I’ve long since passed the point where I needed the truth to be revealed, nor do I need Bleiz’s redemption or regret.

I steeled myself, ready for anything. Isaac reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He tossed it to me. “Do you recognize that?” He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. I caught the box and felt my throat constrict. Hair bleach. The very same bleach I used to cover my black strands. How had he gotten this? My mind immediately went back to the note strapped to that raven’s leg. He’s tracking you. Had Isaac broken into my house somehow? Had he managed to slip through the thick defenses I’d put up around Silvermist?

And suddenly I realized something horrifying. This entire time… I had been sharing my happiness with someone secretly waiting for it to break. She called me her friend. And all this time, she was trying to poison my baby behind my back. That realization cut deeper than the poison ever could. Because cruelty without reason is terrifying. But cruelty wrapped in kindness? That destroys something inside you permanently. “Why did you do this?” I asked again. My eyes never left her face. Rejin shifted uncomfortably under my stare. Her fingers would not stay still.

He looks at David, grunts, and tosses him the last heel of sourdough, preserved and re-preserved so many times that it bounces when it lands on the counter. Darrel appears next, two flights down, carrying with him the bright lemony stench of disinfectant: David can tell already that he’s poured half the bottle on his hair for the inaugural bleach. “If I obliterate the pigment, maybe the wolf will just come out white and skittish and leave everyone alone,” he says, which is funny because Darrel’s the only one of the three who’d enjoy the attention.

Epilogue 【Darren’s POV】 The bullet tore through my chest. Blood poured from the wound, staining the floor red. I collapsed onto the cold concrete, my consciousness fading. But in a strange way, I felt a moment of perfect clarity. All the fog had lifted. I finally saw the truth. Scarlett had never betrayed me. The letters, the photos, they were all Angelina's tricks. And I was the biggest fool in the world. I remembered Scarlett when she was pregnant.

This time, he grabbed my leg, begging, “Lily, I really messed up. Please forgive me, just this once. I swear, I’ll never do it again.” Matt no longer cared about his pride. Even though it was our graduation ceremony and his carefully crafted image was crumbling in front of everyone, none of it mattered. I was the one holding the keys to his future. His voice trembled with desperation. “Lily, I won’t ever see that woman again. It’s all her fault. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have been unfaithful.” The whole scene exposed both Tiana and Matt for the frauds they were. Their masks were now completely ripped away, leaving them humiliated in front of everyone.

He saw the snow on the peaks and the way Rhea looked when she shifted—a blur of white light and lethal grace. ​He reached out through the mate bond, pushing past the Suppressant Mist and the miles of reinforced concrete. Rhea, his mind roared, a silent vibration that shattered a nearby glass vial. The antidote is a lie. They aren't curing the Blight. They're refining it. They’re making a version that only the High Council can control. Don't let them send the crates North. ​The "sweetness" of his warning reached Rhea just as she was dressing for the Gala. She froze, her fingers fumbled with a silver clasp.