LOGINDamien pov
It had been weeks.Or maybe months.At this point, I wasn’t even sure anymore.Time had become strange ever since the last time I saw Celyne.Every day felt longer.Every thought seemed to lead back to her.And every decision became harder than the last.I stood by the window of my apartment, staring down at the city below.Cars moved through the streets.People went about their lives.POV: Alexander I couldn’t focus. Not on work. Not on meetings. Not even on the endless reports sitting on my desk. My thoughts kept returning to the same thing. Celyne. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my forehead. Why did I stand up for her? The question had been bothering me all day. I could have ignored it. I could have stayed silent. I could have looked away and acted as if nothing had happened. Wouldn’t that have been easier? Wouldn’t that have been the smart thing to do? After all, that was what I had done countless times before. Ignored things. Avoided things. Pretended not to see things. But this time… This time I couldn’t. The image of Elara grabbing her. The slap. The accusation. Something about it felt wrong. Very wrong.
Celyne povI needed air.That was the only thing running through my mind as I left the Hale mansion.The walls felt too close.The rooms felt too crowded.Every hallway felt like a trap waiting to close around me.Ever since the confrontation with Elara, I hadn’t been able to think clearly.The image of her holding my medication bottle kept replaying in my head.Again.And again.And again.I wrapped my arms around myself as I stepped through the entrance of the amusement park.The place was quieter than usual.Children laughed in the distance.Music drifted through the air.Families walked together.Couples held hands.It should have been comforting.Instead, it only reminded me of everything I had lost.My feet carried me toward a small corner hidden behind an old carousel.Nobody knew about this place.At least, nobody important.Whenever life became too much, I came here.Whenever I needed to think, I came here.Whenever I needed to escape reality, I came here.I slowly lowered my
Elara POVThe bottle shook in my hand. Not because I was nervous. Because I was angry. Furious. After everything, I had done to protect that child, after all the money spent on doctors, treatments, specialists and care. she had the audacity to hide medication from us. And somehow expected nobody to notice. I stared at Celyne. Her face had gone completely pale. Interesting. Very interesting. That wasn’t the face of an innocent person. That was the face of someone caught. “What is that?” she asked quietly. I laughed. “What is it?” “Give it back.” The moment those words left her mouth, I knew I was right. Whatever this medicine was, she desperately didn’t want anyone seeing it. “Not until you explain.” “There is nothing to explain.” “Really?” I held the bottle high
Celyne pov Three weeks. Three whole weeks had passed since the accident. Three weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed. Three weeks since someone tried to destroy everything. Yet somehow life had returned to normal. Or at least everyone pretended it had. The investigation had gone nowhere. No suspects. No answers. No justice. Just silence. Sometimes I wondered if they had truly searched at all. Because I knew what I felt that day. I knew I hadn’t simply fallen. Someone had touched me. Someone had pushed me. Someone wanted me gone. The thought still sent chills through me. Yet every day the mansion carried on as if nothing had happened. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Meetings. Preparations. Check ups. Smiles. The same ro
Elara povThe moment I received Clara’s message, I knew this wasn’t something she would discuss over the phone. Clara was many things. Patient. Careful. Manipulative. But reckless wasn’t one of them. If she wanted to meet in person, then whatever she had discovered was important. Very important. I sat inside the corner booth of a small café across town, hidden from curious eyes. My fingers tapped impatiently against the table. Five minutes later, Clara finally arrived. A pair of sunglasses covered her eyes despite the cloudy weather. She slid into the seat opposite mine and removed them. “You look terrible,” she said. I glared at her. “You didn’t ask me here to discuss my appeara
Alexander povThe footage ended. Yet I remained staring at the screen. Something about it didn’t sit right with me. I replayed it again. And again. And again. The hallway appeared on the screen. Celyne walking alone. Slowly. Carefully. One hand resting against the wall. Then someone appeared. The camera angle wasn’t clear enough to show a face. But it showed enough. A brief interaction. A movement. Then Celyne falling. My jaw tightened. It wasn’t an accident. Someone was there. Someone had been close enough to touch her. Close enough to push her.
Celyne povThe strange thing about getting what you ask for is realizing it doesn’t always feel the way you imagined. Ever since the night in the library, Alexander had done exactly what I wanted. Exactly. He kept his distance. No unnecessary conversati
Alexander povThe mansion was unusually quiet.Too quiet.I sat alone in my room, staring at the glass of whiskey on the table.Untouched.My thoughts were elsewhere.On her.Thinking, something is wrong somewhereA frustrated sigh escaped my lips.Did she really think I joined them for dinner?The
Celyne povThe dining room was probably full by now.Vivian.Elara.Alexander.The same faces.The same conversations.The same reminders.I couldn’t do it.Not tonight.For the first time since returning to the Hale mansion, I decided to skipped dinner.No excuses.No explanations.I simply stayed
Vivian povThe moment Celyne stepped through the front doors of the mansion, I had a feeling something was wrong somewhereAlexander wasn’t with her.Interesting.What could he be up to now.Hope is not doing one of this gamesAfter everything that happened lately, I had expected him to return with







