Ashley watched the sun rise from the front porch of the cabin, its warm, golden rays filtering through the dense trees. The soft chirping of birds was a stark contrast to the violence and chaos swirling in her mind. She felt a strange sense of calm, almost as if her body knew this was the quiet before everything fell apart. The peace of the forest was deceptive, a fragile illusion that she knew could be shattered at any moment.Her thoughts drifted back to Amelia—her sister, her confidante, and the one person who had always stood by her side. The image of Amelia’s lifeless body haunted her relentlessly, pushing her deeper into her own anguish. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? She had come to this world of darkness and deceit to save her sister, only to lose her in the most tragic way possible.But as painful as it was, Ashley knew she couldn’t afford to lose herself in grief. Amelia would have wanted her to keep fighting, to stay strong and see this through to the end. Adoni
Ashley’s hands trembled as she gripped her phone, her heart pounding in her chest as Adonis's message blazed on the screen. The threat was chilling in its simplicity. He knew where she was, and he was coming for her.A dozen questions raced through her mind—how had he found them, and how long before he arrived? Was he already nearby, or was this just a scare tactic to shake her up before the final confrontation? Either way, Ashley knew she couldn’t afford to let her emotions take over. She had to stay calm, had to think clearly.She quickly turned off her phone, her mind calculating her next move. Victor and Jackson were in the other room, oblivious to the danger that was closing in on them. Should she tell them now? Should she warn them and risk throwing the entire plan into chaos?For a moment, she considered keeping the information to herself, but the thought quickly dissolved. There was no time for second-guessing. They needed to know. The element of surprise was gone—Adonis had t
The cold night air felt like ice against Ashley’s skin as she crouched beneath the shattered window, her body pressed low to the floor. The gunfire had stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Her heart raced as the sinister laugh echoed through the night—a sound she knew all too well.Adonis was out there. His men were closing in. And she had no idea how long they could hold out.Victor, his face a mask of grim determination, shifted closer to her, his eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of movement. Jackson crouched near the door, gripping his rifle tightly, ready for the next wave. They were outnumbered, that much was clear. Adonis’s men were moving with precision, like hunters circling their prey.“We don’t have much time,” Victor muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “We need to fall back, regroup, and figure out a way to flank them. If we stay pinned here, it’s only a matter of time before they overrun us.”Ashley nodded
Ashley’s pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out every sound around her. Her finger rested against the cold steel of the trigger, trembling with a mix of rage and hesitation. Adonis stood in front of her, the smirk on his lips infuriating, challenging. Every instinct screamed at her to end it now, to pull the trigger and finish what he had started all those years ago.But she couldn’t. Not yet.“Ashley,” his voice was low, smooth, a predator taunting its prey. “What are you waiting for? You’ve wanted this moment for so long. So, do it. Shoot me.”Her hand shook, and the weight of the gun seemed heavier than ever before. Her body was rigid, every muscle tensed as though waiting for permission to release the fury burning inside her. But beneath the anger, there was something else—a deep, confusing ache that kept her from pulling the trigger.“You deserve this,” she hissed, her voice tight, choking on the emotion swelling in her chest. “After everything you’ve done to me, after what you
The blood on Ashley’s hands seemed to mock her, bright and vibrant against her trembling fingers. Victor’s body lay cold beside her, a hollow echo of everything she had lost. Her mind was a storm of grief, rage, and unbearable confusion. The weight of the moment crushed her, but it was the look in Adonis’s eyes that pierced her deeper than any bullet ever could.Adonis remained silent, his gun still at his side, his face shadowed by the aftermath of what had just transpired. He wasn’t gloating or smirking. There was no triumph in his stance. His eyes were fixed on the body of Victor, and for a moment, he seemed… human.Ashley couldn’t take it anymore.“Why?” she choked out between sobs, her voice hoarse and broken. “Why did it have to be like this? Why does everything around you end in blood?”Adonis slowly lowered his gun, his gaze shifting from Victor’s body to Ashley’s tear-streaked face. He took a deep breath as if trying to find the right words but knowing none would suffice. His
Ashley sat on the worn couch in the dimly lit apartment, her body still trembling from the weight of everything that had transpired. The sound of her own heartbeat echoed in her ears, a constant reminder that she was still alive, still breathing. But it didn't feel like living. Not yet.The weight of the room pressed down on her, but more than that, it was the silence that gnawed at her soul. For so long, chaos had been her constant companion—Adonis, his cruel affection, the manipulation, the violence, and the whirlwind of emotions he stirred in her. Now, with the stillness around her, she was left alone with her thoughts, and they were far from comforting.She glanced at her phone, the only link to her sister Amelia, but there were no new messages. Amelia had gone off the grid with Demon, and though Ashley trusted her sister's judgment, she couldn't shake the gnawing fear in her gut. Demon was Adonis’s right-hand man, his best friend, and now, Amelia had placed her heart and her trus
The next morning, the weight of Victor's letter still lingered in Ashley’s chest like a heavy stone. She barely slept, the words echoing in her mind, reminding her of the fight she could no longer avoid. Adonis had taken too much already—her baby, her trust, and now Victor—but she had one thing left to protect: her sister.She sat at the small kitchen table, staring blankly at the half-eaten toast in front of her, her stomach churning with anxiety. Chloe had stayed the night, sleeping fitfully on the couch, but Ashley knew their moment of peace would soon be shattered. Adonis wouldn’t wait long before making his next move.As if on cue, Ashley's phone buzzed on the table, pulling her out of her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the message. It was from Amelia.We need to talk. Meet me at the café near the old church. Alone.The knot of fear tightened in Ashley’s stomach. She hadn’t heard from Amelia in days, not since she had run off with Demon. She wanted to believe her
Demon stood at the entrance of the café, his tall frame casting a dark shadow over the table where Ashley and Amelia sat. His expression was unreadable, his intense gaze fixed on Amelia. Ashley’s pulse quickened as tension built in the small space, the air thick with uncertainty and unease.Amelia’s eyes flickered with a mix of relief and fear as she locked eyes with Demon. There was no denying the love between them, but the danger that surrounded their relationship loomed like a dark cloud. Ashley could sense it too—an unspoken weight hanging between the three of them.Demon finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. “We need to talk.”Ashley’s muscles tensed. She wasn’t sure if Demon was here as their protector or if he was still bound by his loyalty to Adonis. She didn’t trust him—not completely. But Amelia’s life, and now her own, was entangled with his.“What’s going on, Demon?” Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper, fear lacing every word.Demon took a step cl