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MY NIGHTMARE Donovan povThe dim illumination of the bar created elongated shadows, while the aroma of spilled whiskey blended with the oppressive atmosphere as I stumbled toward the restroom. The alcohol coursed through my veins, providing a bitter comfort amidst the turmoil that Sarah had introduced into my existence. The persistent voice of doubt reverberated in my mind, akin to an unyielding drumbeat.Upon entering the restroom, I caught a fleeting reflection of myself in the mirror—bloodshot eyes and a visage that appeared far older than my actual years. Although the alcohol had dulled my senses, it was insufficient to alleviate the anxiety that gnawed at my insides.I leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto my face in an attempt to cleanse myself of the reality that clung to me like a second skin. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Lana entered, her expression a blend of concern and something more sinister—perhaps anxiety?How had she arrived here? What was her purp
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Lana povI urgently approached the elevator, my fingers frantically searching for the button as I tilted my head upward in anxiety. With a sigh of relief, I blinked at the bright light bulb illuminating the elevator's ceiling. I turned gently and sank weakly onto one side, my heart racing with overwhelming thoughts. My hands instinctively covered my face in despair. Donovan's son had been incessantly calling for days, and it was disheartening. I couldn't bear the thought of his parents discovering that I had once taken their son away from them. Suddenly, I felt a violent jolt from the elevator, causing me to stumble to the floor. I grasped the cold steel of the elevator for support, struggling to regain my composure. At last, the elevator came to a halt, but a mechanical voice interrupted the silence, announcing that the elevator's system had been compromised and urging all passengers to remain calm until repairs were made. My eyes widened in disbelief as the words struck me deeply
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SHE CHEATS Lana pov“Please clarify whether you would rather have a husband or boyfriend who is unfaithful. I find it perplexing why men choose to cheat.” I stated this plainly while searching through the bookshelf near my office desk. My eyes scanned the room, looking for a specific document that should have been on the shelf, but it was nowhere to be found.“What do you mean by an unfaithful husband or boyfriend? Are you even considering your question?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she spoke, her attention focused on her phone, a smile indicating she was likely chatting with someone.In an attempt to capture her attention, I tossed a book in her direction, prompting her to lazily lift her gaze. “What is it, Lana? You pose a question I can't answer, so please let me be.”“No, I can't, sweetheart, because that foolish boyfriend of yours, who is so mindlessly keeping you company, is a complete cheat, " I replied gruffly, snapping my fingers in front of her as if she were my conce
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Apology Donovan povI found it difficult to suppress the dream from two days ago, as I was eager to share it with Lana. I hoped she would forgive me and allow me to rest peacefully, free from any unsettling nightmares.“What brings you to my office? We do not have any scheduled meetings,” she scoffed, striking her fist against the table with such force that it sent a shiver of fear through me.I sneezed to the side, and as I lifted my gaze, our eyes met briefly before she quickly averted hers. “Can you please begin speaking, Donavon? Do not waste any more time,” Caroline's voice cut through the tension.“I implored Caroline, Could you kindly excuse us?”“Fine, since you prefer to keep your secrets from me, I will soon learn what Lana has to say,” she retorted. As she walked away, I observed her hand on the doorknob until she finally left the room.The departure of Caroline altered the room's ambiance, intensifying the tension. Lana's gaze was a blend of fury and intrigue. "Donovan,
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COLD NIGHT Caroline povThe winter season enveloped me as I huddled beneath my duvet, feeling as though the chill had seeped through the fabric and wrapped itself around me. I had turned off the air conditioning, the fan, and anything else that might stir the air and send shivers down my spine. Alone in my room, I clutched my pillows tightly, curling my legs in an attempt to ward off the cold.I rolled from side to side on my bed, searching for a comfortable position that would keep the cold at bay."Oh Caroline, this cold is really getting to you," I murmured under the covers. Perhaps I should find someone to share warmth with; after all, love is often found in companionship. With a resigned shrug, I tossed aside my duvet and swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. As I made my way to the light switch, I caught sight of a shadow."Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, jumping back and hiding behind the mirror, wondering who would be lurking around the building at such a late hour.
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RECONCILATION Caroline pov “Why did you bring him to my house at midnight?” I glared at her, my anger palpable. My eyes widened in disbelief. “Why?” I questioned Lana, who stood there looking bewildered, tears streaming down my face. I despise my father, and the fact that she brought him here so early left me utterly perplexed. “Couldn’t you have waited until around 6 or 7 in the morning?” I grasped her hands, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. She shook her head and quickly enveloped me in a hug. “Caroline, are you experiencing some sort of mental distress? It’s past 6 AM, so why are you upset? He’s here to apologize and celebrate with you, Caroline.” Experiencing mental turmoil? Seeking forgiveness? Looking to celebrate? These thoughts spiraled in my mind like a whirlwind, leaving me feeling lightheaded and confused. I pushed Lana aside, my gaze sweeping the room in search of the source of my distress. Then, I spotted him. My father. He stood in the corner, h
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Lana pov “Do you believe that accepting a ballet gown is a better option, implying that I will need to change into something more suitable?” “Miss, could you please bring another gown with lace? This one is quite revealing,” I remarked to the saleslady, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. The thrill of making sales before noon is unmistakable. “What’s so amusing that she can’t seem to stop grinning with that unattractive face of hers?” I hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent her from uttering the nonsense she was about to say. I looked at Caroline in disbelief, my eyes shining with understanding. “Don’t even think about softening your words for her; her sole purpose is to make sales,” I exclaimed, chewing gum slowly, my lips moving deliberately as if to emphasize my point. She shrugged, her eyebrows raised in defeat. My words seemed to have drained her of strength. “Caroline,” I called, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’m not trying to be harsh, but it’s unwise to insult
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THE MAN ON HODDY Lana pov We need to keep going. I can't understand why he's tailing us; it's insane, especially since I can barely manage the steering. The driver is speeding as if there's a strict rule against driving slowly. "Lana, he must pull over," Caroline insisted, jabbing my shoulder forcefully. "Why should we stop? I'm not behind the wheel, and we have an assassin on our tail. Do you really value your life so little?” An intense rush of adrenaline surged through me as I shot back, "Certainly, I cherish my life, but I refuse to let a lunatic control our every action. We need to shake him off, not pause for a leisurely chat." Her expression was filled with dread. “Lana, please. He's not going to kill us!” I tightened my grip on the seat, my knuckles turning pale. "Not if I can prevent it." The taxi careened around a corner, slamming us against the door. The driver shouted, hang on, “ladies! I have a plan.” He made a sharp turn into a narrow alley, the tires protestin
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