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I can’t hide the expression on my face; Charles looks even worse than I ever imagined. The sight of him stirs up a whirlwind of memories—the struggle, the screams, the scars etched into my mind, the cries that echoed in the darkness, and the pain that lingers like a shadow. He embodies the dead part of me, the part I thought I had buried. The hurt he caused runs deep, and I find myself consumed by hatred for every inch of him. It’s infuriating to realize that, after everything he’s done, I’m now standing in front of him, the lunatic I despise the most, preparing to interrogate him.I can’t help but notice how his eyes glide from Richie to me, a predatory gleam in his gaze as he seductively licks his lips, presumably recalling the twisted acts he committed against me. That bastard really needs a lesson, and I’m determined to make sure he gets one. There’s no way I’m leaving this place without confronting him. A smirk creeps onto his lips as he leans back, saying, "When they said someon
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Charles looks between Richie and me, the color draining from his face. The seriousness etched on his features tells me he knows something crucial, but he’s clearly trying to keep it hidden.He holds onto his serious expression for just a moment longer before he suddenly erupts into laughter… again. The sound echoes throughout the room, filling every corner with his boisterous mirth. His eyes squint shut, and I can see the way his body shakes with each burst of laughter as if he’s losing his grip on reality. I can see the sheer energy radiating from him; it’s not just a simple laugh—he’s howling, practically screaming with joy. It infuriates me, making me feel like a complete fool as he mocks me openly, laughter spilling from his lips like a taunt.I keep my eyes locked on him, watching as he continues to laugh for what feels like an eternity—two solid minutes of unrelenting amusement. My frustration builds, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I stand there, fists
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I don’t realize that tears are streaming down my face, nor do I notice Richie rushing into the room until I feel his hands gripping me, pulling me back, and wrenching the gun from my fingers. His expression is a mix of anger and concern as he shouts something at me, but I can’t make out his words; all I can think about is the horrifying fact that I aimed the gun at Charles. I turn my head slightly and catch a glimpse of Charles on the floor, moving just enough to show that I haven’t killed him.At that moment, memories flood back—memories of me screaming in agony, begging him to stop as he continues to hurt me, taking away a part of my soul in the process. A surge of rage courses through my veins, igniting a fire that pushes me to shove Richie aside. I lunge towards Charles, my mind consumed by a singular focus: I want him to pay. I don’t care about the consequences; I just want him to feel the depth of my pain, even if it’s just a fraction of what I have endured.I swing my fist with
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As I step outside, the chill of the evening air wraps around me, but it’s nothing compared to the storm brewing inside. Richie trails behind me, calling my name, but I refuse to turn around. My eyes are brimming with tears, and I don’t want him to witness the turmoil raging within me. Yet, as I continue walking, he reaches out and clasps my hand, forcing me to face him. His gaze is filled with sympathy, and it only makes the tears spill over. "Rach, oh my god," he says, stepping closer, but I instinctively pull away."Don’t come close to me, Richie, just don’t!" I yell, my voice cracking as more tears cascade down my cheeks. I can already feel the weight of this day crushing me, and I hate it with every fiber of my being.Richie’s eyes soften as he looks into mine, and I can see the regret etched across his face. "I should have known this was a bad idea. I’m sorry for bringing you here; maybe we should…" he trails off, searching for the right words."No," I interject sharply, disbelie
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I want to move on. I want to let go of all the emotions and pain in my heart. I want to let go of everyone that hurt me and just keep moving. I tried doing that, I tried forgetting and forgiving but each time I tried I fail so badly. It’s like a kid doing their math homework for the first time. You will fail utterly even if you’ve tried doing it a thousand times without a master. I wish I was like the other girls, I wish I could move on like that and be free to love and be loved but I’m not like them. I’m like the others, god-least-favorites who have to do all it takes to get up and be happy. I really hate showing my weaknesses, and that’s why I often put on a strong and motivated front for everyone to see. But deep down, I’m just yearning to scream my lungs out and cry in the arms of those who have hurt me. I want my voice to be felt and my heart to be listened to, but it’s so hard to be heard when I’m not ready to talk about everything that’s inside me. I’ve come to realize how cru
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~ RICHIE’S POVI knew I screwed up so badly when I saw her crying about me but not being able to yell at me properly. It was so evident to me that Rachel was yelling at herself, urging herself to stop feeling the pain, the hurt, and to just move on from everything that happened to her- everything I caused to her.I had no idea she never really moved on from everything that happened. I thought she did, that it was something she wanted to bury forever and never feel again. But something in me tells me she was just hiding her emotions, trying to act like she was okay when she clearly wasn’t. I could see how much she was hurting, and it was painful to witness. The sorrow in her eyes was a reflection of how badly my actions had ruined her. I hate every bit of that, and I wish I could fix everything. I wish I could take away her pain and make her happy again. I don’t want her to hurt because of me anymore; I just want to see her smile again.After Rachel had beaten up Charles and stormed of
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~ RACHEL’S POVI didn’t want to leave, I wanted to keep working with Richie but at that point, leaving seemed like the only option best for me. Despite everything, I just had to because I’m so tired of constantly feeling hurt and down whenever I'm around Richie or even think about him. I never thought I will feel this much pain again but I did and today, the pain pain hit harder than ever, and I had to make the difficult decision to walk away from him, even though it’s not what I truly want. When we worked together, things felt good; he has the ideas, and I have the theories. If we could collaborate on finding Dad, I know it would take me less time than it should, but being around Richie has become something I just can’t handle anymore.I really thought I could get through it, but standing there with him and Charles in the same room, feeling angry about something completely unrelated, brought back all those emotions I thought I had buried. It was like a floodgate opened, reminding me
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I instantly jump out of bed, my heart racing like it’s about to burst from my chest as I keep staring at the message on my phone screen. The bright light from the display illuminates my face, and I can’t believe my eyes; it shows that the message is delivered, and Dad’s phone is active. A rush of hope floods through me. Could it mean something? Could it mean that Dad is somewhere nearby, maybe even trying to reach out to me? The thought sends a thrill down my spine.My mind swirls with so many different thoughts that I can’t sit still and process any of them. It feels like everything is flooding in like a tidal wave, and panic sets in, making me hope against hope that this is a sign that Dad is going to be fine. I remember all the times we shared, the laughter, and the moments of comfort, and I cling to that hope like a lifeline.In a rush of adrenaline, I send him another text, my fingers flying over the screen as I type, desperate to confirm that the phone is indeed active. When it
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~ RICHIE’S POVWatching her sleep is something I would never forsake- I love it. I think of it as a small bonus from having the best night and the best sleep then you wake up to watch the best woman in your life sleep- It feels like a bonus to me. A sweet, sexy bonus.As I keep watching Rachel sleep, I can’t help but smile. Her peaceful expression makes my heart swell with love. I really love her and I love that I get to spend my days with her but that’s not all I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I want her to always be there with me. The thought of having Rachel all to myself for life fills me with excitement. I wish I could just marry her right now and make her mine forever. That idea strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really consider proposing. Sure, it feels a bit soon, but what’s the point of being together if it’s not to build a future and spend the rest of our lives together?My thoughts come to a gentle stop when
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After dinner, Richie and I walk them out of the house, exchanging warm goodbyes and promises to get together again soon. As we close the door behind them, I feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening. Just as I’m about to head to the dining area to tackle the mountain of plates, Richie suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck. "You’re not going anywhere," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kisses my neck again."The dishes won’t wash themselves, you know," I tease, trying to keep the mood light.He chuckles softly, his voice low and playful. "The dishes can wait, but I can’t." With that, he turns me around, and I find myself gazing into his eyes, which sparkle with mischief. He smiles, leaning in closer, and presses his lips against mine with a tenderness that feels electric. It’s soft and delicate, like the flutter of butterfly wings, lingering just long enough for me to i
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It had been two weeks since Richie and I got together, and every single moment felt like pure bliss. I absolutely loved having him around; it seemed like every second was filled with joy and warmth. There was nothing that could make my life better than that. The peace and happiness I found in our relationship were incredible, and I could see that he was just as happy too. It felt like we had created our own little paradise together.After we decided to let go of everything that was weighing us down, we also made the choice to part ways with the diamonds. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could definitely be hidden, and we made sure they were tucked away safely so they wouldn’t complicate our lives. I didn’t want anything causing drama or risking the relationships with the people I cared about most. It was high time I focused on living a good life, free of worries, and just enjoyed the love I had with Richie.At that moment, I was in the kitchen preparing a warm dinner for my guests
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I’ve never felt as scared as I am right now. Seeing a box filled with my things shatters my heart. It feels like Richie has intentionally packed my belongings, wanting to cut me out of his life completely. He doesn’t need me anymore. I know what it means when someone puts the other’s things in a box—they want to get rid of them, and it’s clear he doesn’t love me anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I can’t understand why Richie is doing this, why he wants me gone. With my eyes brimming with tears, I glance at the letter. I open it, and my heart sinks. As I read each word, the pounding in my chest intensifies. The pain is overwhelming, and I can’t wrap my head around it. Why is this happening? Each line leaves me with more questions about what went wrong. Richie and I have had our fights before; we’ve separated but always found our way back to each other. But now, it feels like there’s no coming back. For the first time since we met, it seems like
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I jump into a taxi and give the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment. As he starts driving, anxiety washes over me, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread mixed with hope. I really hope Richie is willing to talk because right now, all I can offer is communication—just a chance to express how I feel. I can’t do anything more than that, but I’m really hoping he has room in his heart to take me back. The thought of not having him in my life feels unbearable. It’s like a dark cloud looming over me, and I can’t picture my life without him. The thought of not being with him hurts so much that I can hardly bear the idea of living without him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and honestly, life without Richie feels like just existing on this earth with no joy or purpose at all.When I was leaving, Arthur offered to drive me to Richie, but I turned him down. I really don’t want Richie to think there’s anything between me and Arthur because there isn’t. He’s just someone I
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I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh
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I always despise the mafia men, the entire mafia world, and everything that comes with it. I remember the fire in my heart, how fiercely I want to ruin them, to shatter their existence completely. I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level.But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to look at the person staring back, so I bolt out of the bathroom, as if I’m fleeing from an unseen pursuer.
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Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued
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I wake up to a loud knock on my door, groaning as I rub my eyes with my hands, trying to shake off the sleep. Slowly, I push myself up from the cozy warmth of my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. I shuffle over to the door, open it, and there stands Rebecca, practically glowing with a wide grin plastered across her face. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims, her excitement practically radiating off her. I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of happiness for her and sheer tiredness. I really want to celebrate with her, but all I can think about is how much I need more sleep. So, I start to turn back toward my bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest. But Rebecca, quick as lightning, steps in front of me, her eyes sparkling. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims again, her enthusiasm unwavering. I smile back at her, trying to muster some energy. "I know, and congratulations! But I really need some more time to sleep; I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night," I admit
