Until The Tragic Male Lead Walks Again Novels & Stories

The second Fiona signed, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Tristan was rushed into surgery. Both legs were coming off. The police pulled Rainee aside for questioning. I took Maddie's hand and headed for the evacuation area. The sky slowly cleared, sunlight spilling across the ruins. I breathed in the damp, earthy air. For the first time, I felt free. The debt from my last life had finally been paid—at least part of it. Tristan had lost both legs, and with his twisted obsession, there was no way he'd let this go.

He fumbled the papers out of his pocket and shoved them at Marcus before bolted toward the service entrance. Sion didn't watch him go. He turned to the room, raising his glass. "To the future Mrs. Wagner. A woman who knows that some mistakes are worth paying for—and some people aren't worth the paper they're printed on." The applause was hesitant at first, then thunderous. They had won the battle, but as Sion led Lilia toward the balcony for air, she saw the look on his face. It wasn't triumph. It was something darker. "You're mad," she said as they reached the cool night air.

I shouted at him and he scrambled to his feet and hurried out towards the door. Matthew hurriedly went down the stairs almost stumbling and falling as he got to his car, he was panting and crying. The girl that he saw that day was no longer the sister he knew. Hannah is gone and he needs to find a way to make her see the light, to save her soul.

The scene replayed in her mind, refusing to fade. Gin noticed her distraction and pleaded with her to snap out of it, concern apparent in his voice. Suddenly, Akira could no longer bear it. Overwhelmed by emotions, she abruptly fled from Gin's presence, tears streaming down her face. Guilt gnawed at her as she ran, leaving Gin behind with a murmured apology that hung in the air.

Playlist ~ Freida- Lost without you *Highway* "Can we get going already? You heard it that my daughter is suffering in the hands of that bastard, do you want her to get killed too?!" Greg snapped at Alice and her men and she gazes up at him. "Don't order me around" she retorts and bit her lower lip. "Jack, please take the guys and Julia back to the city and make sure Julia gets to see a doctor for checkup".

As he collapses to the ground, the resonance of his heartbreak is intensified by the harsh impact of his hand against the unforgiving surface. His tear-streaked face contorts with a mix of disbelief and agony. The world around him blurs as he grapples with the harsh reality of Emma's departure. The forlorn scene unfolds like a tragic opera, with Shane as the tormented protagonist, stripped of the love he so fervently sought.

He called and straightened his poster. Elena, one of his employees walked in, her heels clicking against the floor he tried to hold in his groan. She was trying to hard. He didn't understand because they had already slept together. A night which he would regret for the rest of his life. He had thought it would make her lay off his back but no, it's as if she had pierced her claws into his back and was obsessed with him.

“Carla, I’m sorry for underestimating you. You’ve proven yourself in ways I never imagined. Just promise me you’ll be careful from now on.” Carla nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. “I promise, Damien. I won’t let my newfound skills go to waste. We’re a team, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe.” As the tension began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of unity, they huddled closer together. As they stood there, the private jet’s cabin seemed to radiate with a renewed sense of hope and resilience. The weight of their shared ordeal remained, but it was softened by the knowledge that they were not alone. In the midst of danger and tragedy, they had discovered an unbreakable unity—a

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