My heart beat erratically. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing going to Samil's office at that very moment, but I had to know what was going on. My whole body trembled. I didn't know if I should be glad or terrified. If the rumors were true, that meant that Samil officially rejected Victor Artois's support, which in his world equaled to becoming his enemy. Samil restrained himself for a very long time just to keep this thin alliance. I told him that Victor Artois was going to betray him, but I didn't think that Samil would actually decide to make his move before Victor did! And above all… why was I in the center of it all again?!
I got out of the elevator and rushed towards Samil's office. Halfway through, I started hearing loud, angry voices. I gulped and kept walking until the end of the hall. Then I saw Emma sitting behind her desk, and fearfully staring at the CEO's office door. When she noticed me, she ran towards me and grabbed my hands.
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There were thousands of thoughts running through my head, making me unable to focus. Samil's words, saying that I was the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, kept ringing in my ears. I wondered if he said them honestly, or if he merely wanted to force Camilla to give up on him. I wished I could know what was inside his heart. At that moment, my faith in him, and his affection towards me was poisoned by my anxieties.“What will happen when I finally get rid of my magic? Will Samil become cold towards me? Will he act like he did when we met… or even worse than that?” I wondered restlessly.Yet, I couldn't afford to waste my time on uncertainties. I had to focus on using my powers in the best way I could to help Samil, while I still could.Luckily, I was far ahead of my work schedule. Our team finished editing the season's last episode, and all that was left to do was to write a financial report for Chris. I was always managi
The next day was truly hectic. After watching Patricia's confession that Mr. Romero recorded, the police sent Luca Borda's arrest warrant. Additionally, Asher handed the police his mother's account books, where she wrote down a full list of bribes and other illegal transactions. It was obvious that with charges as strong as she had, she would certainly try to pass at least some of her blame onto Luca Borda. Obviously, Samil was counting on it.As soon as Luca's arrest warrant became official, Luca ran away, taking a few valuable objects from the mansion with him. Luckily, he didn't have any cash prepared in advance, and with all his accounts frozen it was unavoidable for him to be captured in a short time. Delia didn't waste her time and filed for divorce. She certainly tried to get as much from her husband as possible while he still had any money.As for Luca's charges, I also testified giving the police investigators a hint that he might have something to do with the
“Wake up…” I vaguely heard some whisper.I was slowly regaining consciousness, but I still couldn't open my eyes. My head hurt, and my whole body was sore. I was lying on some hard ground covered in dirt. I could hardly move a muscle.“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” I heard that whisper again.I finally opened my eyes, but my vision was blurry. I managed to lift my head up a bit and noticed the shape of a man. Someone was crouching in front of me. Suddenly, that person reached his hand and stroked my cheek. I flinched. I blinked a few times until my vision returned. I heard that person sneering. I closed my eyes, opened them again, and froze…“Long time no see, Kass,” Jason chuckled.I looked around in a panic. I was in a place that looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. There were pieces of wood and wood shavings everywhere on the ground. Except for Jason, there were four other men standing there, de
I was filled with darkness. I was drifting towards nothing until the stroke of warmth hit me. I felt as if some wave of energy was pushed inside me. Another wave came, I felt it stronger than before. The darkness became less frightful, almost like it started losing to some kind of light. The darkness became fading. It was a pleasant feeling. It felt like somebody's embrace…“…ie … live…” I heard some sound.It was someone's voice. The voice was emotional. It was calling me. I heard my own name.“Kass! Don't die!” the calling was filled with somebody's cry.I knew that voice. It makes my heart beat again.“You have to live! Kass… you can't leave me! I won't let you leave!” the voice kept shouting.Something in my lungs felt uncomfortable. It made me cough. I struggled to breathe the air into my lungs, and I coughed again.“That's it, Kassi! Breathe! Please, br
When I told Samil about my kidnapper, he was furious.“I will find that son of a bitch, and I'm going to kill him!” he shouted.He sat up on the bed. I almost thought that he was about to call someone and start looking for Jason at that very moment.“Please… Samil, I won't let you become cold blooded murderer! Jason is a sociopath, but at the same time, he has the Donell family power on his side, and the power of the eldest. Moreover, if the Artois were to join, we would need strong supporters before you could touch them, and you know it well,” I stated, crossing arms on my chest.Samil sighed, and laid down again. Then he glanced at me and chuckled wickedly.“My girlfriend is so clever. I must have done something great in my past life to deserve to be with you,” he smirked.“Actually… you probably killed many witches in your past life,” I laughed awkwardly.“How do y
Except for Samil, there was one other member of the Borda family that congratulated me. It was Asher. Everyone else was fuming, shouting, and cursing me. Of course, Samil defended me in the best way he could. He sent some vicious remarks towards Delia, making her run away from the room, covering her blushing, angered face. Cesar gave up on the idea of picking up a fight with Samil as soon as he met his glare. He hurriedly walked away, following his mother. Certainly, it was harder to handle Luca and Patricia. If it weren't for the police officers, I could bet they would have attacked me, or torn Grandfather's last will to pieces.“How can you just sit like this and do nothing while they steal money you deserve!” Patricia yelled at Asher.He walked over to her, looking at her with clear disdain.“You don't have to worry about my money. In fact, you don't have to worry about anything about me anymore. I sever ties with you,” he stated coldl
I tried casting different spells standing right next to Samil, and they all worked! I couldn't believe it. It felt amazing. I wasn't completely sure about Samil's theory at first, but I guessed that since his seal was far from fading, there was only one explanation left — I was truly acknowledged by the seal's power.Certainly, it didn't solve the problem of the cor inane amulet. I just had to believe in my abilities. I didn't want to become arrogant and overly confident, but what if I really was the witch from the prophecy? If it was true, then it would only be right for me to overcome the power filling the amulet. Even so, I had to be incredibly cautious. I had to find an easy way to test whether I could cast a spell on Victor Artois or not. If I wanted him to tell the whole truth in front of everyone at the meeting, I had to cast it saying it out loud, and to do that I had to be sure that it would work…It was Sunday, but it was far from being a lazy da
The morning came. I felt that the level of stress kept growing within me. I didn't want to show Samil how restless I was, so I put the warmest possible smile on my face and used it as a cover for all my fears. Unlike me, he seemed to be confident and focused. He grabbed my hand while we were walking inside the Sirio Corporation's grand conference room. “Relax. I believe you can do it. We will win this war together,” he smiled and kissed my forehead. As soon as we passed the threshold, the board members surrounded us. They wanted to find out who I was, and what qualifications I had to sit among them. Samil introduced me. His introduction was shamelessly full of praise, but denying any of his words would make me rather suicidal. Not that it mattered how creative a scriptwriter I was. The key argument that made those other board members accept my presence without further questions was the amount of money my show made compared to the money spent on its budget… “Y