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“The windows are guarded. Don’t waste your breath trying to escape.” “And if I try?” He paused at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder. His golden eyes glowed faintly. “Then I’ll remind you exactly what happens to runaways.” The door closed behind him with a heavy click and u heard the lock turned. I sank onto the bed, shaking. Every wall of that room felt alive with ghosts of who I used to be. And for the first time in four years, I let myself break. Tears burned down my cheeks as I clutched my stomach.

But I had just broken him in ways he didn’t even know yet. END OF CHAPTER 24

Chapter 46: Intruder Abhay’s P.O.V As I trudged down the path toward the Jharna, my steps heavy with frustration and hurt, I could feel the anger boiling inside me like a tempest ready to unleash its fury. The sound of rushing water from the waterfall ahead seemed to mock my turmoil, its relentless cascade echoing the tumult within my heart. Yet, amidst the rage and pain, there was a deep, unyielding love that tethered me to Mink, binding me to her despite everything.

“I prayed and asked for an angel. And my prayers were answered.” “What? Are you saying a miracle happened?” Julia asked. “Yes, I was so sick that when I went to get water, I fell down a flight of steps.” “Oh Lord! I knew I should have never left there alone.” Uncle Yazzy exclaims. “I was badly bruised, and I could not quench my thirst. I must have crawled to the kitchen for water and I collasped in front of the refrigerator door.” “Stop, this sounds awful.” Her auntie said.

Haru asks. Tae Min doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls something from his pocket. The photo Tae Yeon took years ago. “I’ll come back,” Tae Min says. “But what if we’re different by then?” Haru whispers. Tae Min looks at him — really looks at him. “Then I’ll fall for you again.” A car horn sounds in the distance. It’s time. Tae Min stands. Haru doesn’t move. And the chapter ends with headlights washing over them

Ethan taught me to read for endless afternoons, my first kiss was there, and consequently Nick's was also there. The first time I saw Ethan drunk, Anne's first broken heart, and when Tom got his driver's license. Even though it was confiscated that same day for him hitting the tree in our tree house. Typical Tom. Looking back I cannot understand how my life became what it is now. How could I have gotten so deep into the pit? At what point did everything go wrong? I think of the things I could have done differently. Maybe we would all still be together today. *** Chapter 1

Like a caterpillar or butterfly , she was beautiful and amazing when you looked closely . One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land

“I refuse.” My baby was waiting for me. Adrian was waiting for me. I had dreams. I had a life. I would not end here. The men beside me were unconscious. Their heads hung to the side. The water kept rising. It reached my knees. My chest. My neck. I struggled to breathe. With shaking hands, I broke the window with all the strength I had left. The glass shattered. Water flooded in instantly. Cold. Violent. It stole my breath. I forced myself through the broken window.

After the special forces team got into their vehicles, I was finally stabilized after emergency treatment. The medic closed the ambulance doors, and everyone prepared to leave. Only Evonne, who had been pretending to be unconscious, remained lying alone on the ground—ignored by everyone like a bag of trash.

His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack. The lock clicked. He yanked the door open, revealing a stairwell that plunged into darkness. “Go.” I froze, staring at the shadows yawning below us. “Down there? Where does it” His hand cupped the back of my neck, firm, guiding, almost desperate. “Melinda, move.” The sound of glass shattering cut through the air like a gunshot. Men’s voices roared in the distance, harsh, commanding. The safehouse wasn’t safe anymore.