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Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Kayden's POV For some reason, my heart raced faster than it should have. It didn't make sense. It was her family in that bed, not mine. So why did my chest feel tight? Why did something feel… off? Then I heard it. A sharp, broken scream. Arya. I rushed back into the room without thinking. But by that time, I knew immediately. I was too late. Arya was on her knees beside the bed, gripping her grandmother’s hand like she could force life back into her.

“Please don’t blame yourself for this-” “No, it’s not that…” she trails off, grabbing her upper left arm. “You were hit by a truck last week, and apparently, it was serious! But now… you’re only limping with a crutch? How? How is that possible?!” Oh, fuck. I keep on forgetting that Arya is human and doesn’t know about the existence of supernatural creatures like us. So, I have to do what I hate doing…lie.

Ronan Two days later, they brought Arya back and placed her in the cell directly across from ours. She looked like a ghost of herself—still wearing the same grey jumpsuit as us, her bruises now covered with small bandaids. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and fearful, as if the world had crushed whatever strength she had left. It was hard to tell if she was truly broken or if this was just another one of her acts. Arya was always an enigma. Part of me wanted to believe she wasn’t involved, that she was just another victim like us, but with Arya, you could never be sure.

Another night, she stood by the empty nursery—her fingers gripping the wooden cradle carved years ago for a daughter who had vanished into shadows. One evening, as rain beat heavily against the windows, he entered the study and found her there. Her shoulders hunched, her body wracked with quiet sobs. He knelt before her, placing a hand on her cheek. "Arya..." She looked up, her face streaked with tears. "I cannot give you what you need, Czar. The healers say there's nothing wrong with me, but... it doesn't happen. Month after month, I bleed." He held her hands tightly. "You are not failing me."

Her fuse smoldered shorter in her chest. “He’ll tear that bunker apart,” Aria said quietly. “He’ll know you were there.” “I know,” Lys said. She started walking. Every step sent little shocks up her spine. Her left hand twitched uselessly at her side. The blind half of her vision made the world lopsided; she favored the clearer right, trusting Aria to warn her about what she couldn’t see. “You could still turn around,” Aria said, unable to stop herself. “The cascade won’t grab his implant anymore. Proximity isn’t a death sentence now. You could let him catch up and—”

More warriors clamp down on me, holding me still. “No!” I screamed, but nothing I did could shake them off. Time seemed to slow as my mother came closer, blade in hand. She retied the cloth, looking me in the eyes, and she positioned the blade over my heart. I glared at her through my aching heart. She stared back, a steadiness in her gaze that pierced me deeper than anything they could do to me. “I love you, Aria,” she whispered. Then she turned and buried the blade into Kane's chest.

Ayesha said in a horrified tone, touching her face, then hurriedly got up and stood in front of a mirror. "Thank God I am not getting new acne... now I should go and start my beauty sleep, " Ayesha said and left from there. Ayat bit her bottom lip, controlling her tears. She stepped down from the bed and walked into the washroom, washed her face with cold water multiple times to calm her burning eyes then came out and stood in front of the window and moved away the heavy curtains. A sad smile spread on her lips after watching Arham standing behind the glass window. she attached her head to the wall and stared at him. They had an unspoken conversation till sunshine hit the ground.

Her hands don't budge and I assume the never-ending pain that I feel in my chest could only mean that is where I was shot. I feel myself slipping away again. My head becomes fuzzy and my surroundings edge with a blurry pitch dark silhouette. All I can see is the blue from Crayvin's eyes as he stares down at me. Those eyes I love so much are brimmed with so many emotions. Fear, worry, sorrow, misery.