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The days passed, but the mark Dominic had left on my neck refused to fade. I had taken to wearing high collars and scarves, but Dominic’s mark stayed, as if unwilling to let go of its claim on me. Life with my husband, Harold had continued as well, though it had become even more strained. There was an unspoken tension between us, an almost mocking civility, as if he was daring me to say something, to admit I knew the truth of his neglect and his contempt.Then, one morning, a summons arrived. Harold wanted to see me in his study. I knew what awaited me—after everything that had happened, after years of silence and resentment, there could only be one reason he’d called me there. For the Divorce.The thought of it should have brought relief, maybe even a sense of freedom. But as I walked down the long hallway toward his study, I could feel something else stirring inside me, a nervous anticipation that I hadn’t felt in a long time.I opened the door to Harold’s study, expecting to see
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A few days passed after the confrontation with Harold in his study, and I found myself constantly on edge. Every time I passed a mirror, I could see the faint but undeniable mark on my neck—the mark that Dominic had left.It was a reminder of our forbidden connection and a danger I couldn’t afford, not with Harold so close to uncovering the truth. I tried everything to conceal it, even resorting to layers of makeup, scarves, and high collars, but I knew the day was coming when it would be impossible to hide.One morning, while I was applying concealer in front of my vanity, there was a sudden knock on my door. Panic flared as I dabbed the makeup sponge over my neck, the door swinging open before I had a chance to answer.“Elisse.” Harold’s voice was cold, and I froze, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He was already halfway into my room, his gaze narrowing as he caught sight of me. His eyes drifted to the makeup sponge in my hand and then to the side of my neck, where I h
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The tension between Harold and me only grew sharper over the next few days, thickening like a storm cloud with each encounter. He hadn’t mentioned the divorce papers since that night, but his glances were more probing, and his conversations colder. I felt the invisible clock ticking down, each second adding to his suspicions as he tried to piece together what he sensed lurking beneath the surface.One evening, just after sunset, he summoned me to his study. This time, the edge in his voice was unmistakable, dripping with barely-contained fury. As I approached the heavy oak door, dread twisted in my stomach, a familiar sensation by now, but one I’d never grown used to. I braced myself, preparing for whatever accusations or demands he might hurl my way.Inside, he stood by the window, his back turned, a dark silhouette against the forest’s fading light. His posture was tense, hands clasped behind him, a man barely holding himself together. He didn’t look at me when he spoke.“It’s been
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The weight of Harold’s resentment had hung over the house since the last conversation with him earlier before the hunt. His gaze towards me grew colder, and even his demands became persistent that it was becoming too hard for me to continue enduring to resist him from his relentless desire to have me signed the divorce papers.With each passing day, his words began to sting more like carefully placed weapons than accusations. It’s like a venom that was creeping through me everytime we both talk and it was becoming too hard to counter. Although most of the time, I would often just listen to him and refuse to start an argument. Later that evening after their hunt, the night abruptly was thick with an ominous calm as I rested in bed. I didn’t even bother waiting for them. Usually, Harold wouldn’t even mind if I waited for them or not so might as well spend the rest of the evening resting so that I wouldn’t even have to waist my energy on people who doesn’t even care whether I make an e
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The next two days in Dominic's penthouse were a experience unlike anything I had ever known. The silence wrapped around me like a soft blanket, soothing the frayed edges of my mind. The freedom was intoxicating; for the first time, I felt the weight of fear lift off my shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of liberation that was almost surreal. The penthouse, perched high above the city, offered breathtaking views that seemed to stretch into infinity. Vast windows framed the skyline, the twinkling lights below resembling scattered stars, reminding me that I was untethered, floating high above the chaos of my past.In this sanctuary, I could breathe again. I realized that no one would find us here, and with that thought came an overwhelming sense of safety that felt foreign yet deeply welcome.When Dominic returned from his outing, I was taken aback by the sight of him lugging in bags of groceries and supplies. I hadn’t expected such a thoughtful gesture; it was a surprise that set
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But every wonderful moment seemed to have an ending. As much as I don’t want to go home yet, Dominic was the one who told me he should send me back a day ahead before Harold comes home.I understand that it would become rather suspicious if I were nowhere to be found when Harold returns. Not that he would care in a sense of jealousy, but I believe it would be because he would rather much want to find out further flaws to use up against me so that he could force me to sign the divorce papers.The drive back to the pack house was filled with a tense silence that hung in the air between Dominic and me. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into a green haze as we sped down the winding road. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that crept in, a reminder of all that was at stake. “You need to head early,” Dominic said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but I could sense the underlying tension. “We can’t be seen together, Elisse. It’s too risky.”I nodded, my heart h
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The tension in the room was suffocating. Harold stood across from me, his face twisted with a mix of anger and something else—was it desperation? My heart pounded in my chest as he shoved the divorce papers toward me, his voice low and threatening. “You will sign these, Elisse. Today. Right now.”“Harold, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t just sign away my life like this.”His eyes narrowed, and the cruel smile on his lips sent a chill down my spine. “You think you have a choice? You’re in no position to negotiate.”Just as I prepared to argue further, the door burst open, and in strode Dominic, flanked by the elders from the Alliance Pack. Their presence filled the room with an undeniable authority, and I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me. “What’s going on here?” one of the elders, an imposing figure with silver hair, demanded, his gaze shifting between Harold and me. “We were told there was an incident.”Harold’s demeanor shifted in an instant, tra
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Days following that incident, Dominic guided me through the bustling streets of the city as he insisted to take me out for a quick breahter. The neon lights flickered like stars in the night sky, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was outside the oppressive walls of the pack house, and I could breathe freely.“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.“I have a little surprise for you,” Dominic replied, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “I noticed you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a while. I thought it was time you treated yourself to something new.”My heart fluttered at the thought. It was sweet of him, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of my limited funds and Harold’s tight grip on my finances. “You really don’t have to—”“I want to,” he interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. “You deserve to feel good about yourself, Elisse. Plus, we can’t have you running around in
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Dante stepped closer, his dark eyes searching mine. The weight of unspoken words pressed between us, thick as the storm outside. I could feel the tension in his grip, the demand for answers."Tell me the truth, Elise," he said, voice low but firm. "Who are they? What do they want?"I exhaled, dragging a trembling hand through my damp hair. The truth was a wound I had kept stitched shut for too long, but now the stitches were unraveling."They’re the ones I escaped from," I admitted. "I thought I was free. I thought I could start over." I looked away, swallowing hard. "But no one ever really escapes them."Creed leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an expression I couldn’t decipher."They were never going to stop looking for you," he muttered. "I warned you."Dante’s jaw tightened. "You knew?""I suspected," Creed admitted. "Didn’t have proof until now."Dante turned to me, his hands gripping my arms, grounding me. "Why didn’t you tell me?"My throat tightened. "Beca
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Dante stepped closer, his dark eyes searching mine. The weight of unspoken words pressed between us, thick as the storm outside. I could feel the tension in his grip, the demand for answers."Tell me the truth, Elise," he said, voice low but firm. "Who are they? What do they want?"I exhaled, dragging a trembling hand through my damp hair. The truth was a wound I had kept stitched shut for too long, but now the stitches were unraveling."They’re the ones I escaped from," I admitted. "I thought I was free. I thought I could start over." I looked away, swallowing hard. "But no one ever really escapes them."Creed leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an expression I couldn’t decipher."They were never going to stop looking for you," he muttered. "I warned you."Dante’s jaw tightened. "You knew?""I suspected," Creed admitted. "Didn’t have proof until now."Dante turned to me, his hands gripping my arms, grounding me. "Why didn’t you tell me?"My throat tightened. "Beca
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The storm raged outside, but the tension inside was even heavier. Creed stood in the doorway, dripping water onto the wooden floor, his breath coming fast and uneven. His eyes darted between me and Dante, as if measuring how much he could say in front of him."Who’s coming?" I asked, forcing my voice to be steady.Creed wiped a hand down his soaked face, his fingers shaking slightly. "The ones who never stopped looking for you. You think you left it all behind, but they never forgot. And now they know where you are."Dante’s grip on my hand tightened. "She’s not alone," he said, his tone edged with steel. "And she’s not running."Creed let out a humorless laugh. "You think you can just stand your ground? You don’t understand who you’re up against. They don’t knock on doors. They don’t send warnings. If they know where you are, it’s already too late."A crack of thunder rattled the windows, making me flinch. I hated how much Creed’s words unsettled me. He wasn’t someone who scared easi
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The quiet that enveloped our lives in the months that followed felt earned, as if we’d clawed it from the jaws of chaos itself. The house Dante found was perched on the edge of a quiet forest, its wide windows inviting sunlight to flood every corner. It was the kind of place I’d once dreamed about when the noise and danger of Creed’s world had made peace feel like a distant fairy tale.But even here, where life had finally slowed, the past had a way of whispering in the dark.One evening, as I was unpacking a box of books I hadn’t touched in years, I came across a journal I’d kept before my life unraveled. Its leather cover was worn, the pages inside filled with scribbled dreams and plans for a future I barely recognized anymore.Flipping through, I saw the person I used to be—the one who believed in simple joys, who thought nothing was beyond reach if she worked hard enough. That person felt so far removed from who I was now. I wasn’t sure if she would recognize me.“What’s that?” Da
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Dante's words echoed in my mind as I packed a small bag with essentials. The weight of what we were about to do bore down on me, but alongside it came a sense of resolve. This wasn’t just about Creed anymore—it was about reclaiming my life, my freedom.Dante stood by the door, his phone in hand as he coordinated with someone on the other end. His voice was low, authoritative, and steady. Even in the chaos, he exuded control.When he finally ended the call, he looked at me, his expression grave. “We’ll need to leave within the hour. Creed’s staying in a secured location, but Dominic’s contacts say the window to catch him vulnerable is closing.”I swallowed hard, nodding. “Do we have a plan?”“We do,” Dante said. “It’s risky, but it’s the best shot we’ve got.”The drive to Creed’s hideout was tense, every passing mile charged with anticipation. Dante’s eyes flicked between the road and the rearview mirror, his instincts on high alert.“Tell me,” I said, breaking the silence. “What happe
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The moment the door closed behind Dominic and Dante, silence filled the safe house. It wasn’t comforting silence; it was heavy, suffocating, and full of unspoken fears. I paced the small living room, trying to distract myself from the growing sense of dread clawing at my chest.The events of the last twenty-four hours replayed in my mind like a broken record. Dominic’s cold, calculating demeanor. Dante’s smug confidence. The chaos at the docks. The idea that Creed had already retaliated left a bitter taste in my mouth.I glanced at the duffel bag Dominic had left on the table earlier. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was something in there that could make me feel more prepared—more useful. I hesitated for a moment before unzipping it.Inside was an assortment of items: spare clothes, ammunition, a couple of burner phones, and a sleek black handgun. My hand hovered over the weapon, unsure whether I should even touch it.“You’re not going to learn by staring at it.”I jumped at the v
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The next few hours were a blur of activity. Dominic, Dante, and I worked in sync, piecing together a plan that felt both daring and borderline suicidal. The docks were Creed’s stronghold, a sprawling maze of warehouses and shipping containers guarded by his most loyal enforcers. If we were going to take him down, we had to be precise.Dominic laid out a crude map on the desk, his finger tracing potential entry points and vulnerabilities. “Creed will have men posted here, here, and here,” he said, pointing to the main gates and key vantage points. “But the real action will be in Warehouse 12. That’s where they’ll load the shipment.”“And that’s where we’ll hit him?” I asked, leaning over the map.Dominic shook his head. “Not directly. We’ll divide their attention. Dante and I will draw their focus here”—he pointed to a side entrance near the east gate—“while you create a diversion near the south docks.”I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “You want me to create a diversion? H
