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39: The Mall
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[Arella]Turning my worried eyes away from Ava, who looked like she'd seen a ghost, I turn to none other than Deric. The air feels thick, like something heavy is about to drop, and it settles in the pit of my stomach. I swear, it’s like fate is always playing a cruel joke on me, making me cross paths with this scumbag at the worst possible time.I scoff immediately, the sound sharp and biting, as I feel the blood rush to my face in anger. "Why can't I be here? Is the mall yours?" He smiles smugly, his lips curling into a mocking grin. "I should be asking you this same question. I'm here to get an engagement ring for my soon-to-be wife, Vivian."He emphasizes her name like it’s some kind of victory. Like I should care. “Not like you would know anything about that”, he adds, the jab aimed right at me…I don't even know if I should call this a jab though, seems pathetic.My smile turns brighter, forced but sharp. "Well, my husband closed down the mall for today. It'd be in your best in
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[Lincoln] "W-what?!" Arella lets out a startled gasp. "H-how did it happen?" "I don't know," I say, trying to keep my cool despite the storm brewing inside me. "I'm going to need you to calm down, baby. Can you do that for me?" "Lincoln…" she starts, fear widening her eyes, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Please, Ella," I plead, my eyes flicking back to the road as the car swerves dangerously. There's a large field coming up. It's fenced, but that isn't going to be a problem—not if I can help it. "Are your seat belts on?" I ask, my voice tight with controlled urgency. Her watery eyes meet mine. "Lincoln… I'm scared," she admits, trembling. The car jerks violently, nearly spinning out of control. Despite my calm façade, my head pounds with a thousand chaotic thoughts. Nothing must happen to them. Nothing. "Are your seat belts intact, Arella?" I ask again, firmer this time. She nods with a sob, clutching her seatbelt tightly as if it could anchor her to safet
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[Arella]Vivian turns to face me, her eyes widening in shock. Her blood-red lipstick falters slightly, though she quickly schools her expression. She’s dressed to impress, wearing a fitted white blazer with gold accents and matching high-waisted trousers, her stilettos clicking nervously against the tiled floor. Her sleek, chestnut-brown hair falls perfectly over her shoulders—too perfect, too practiced.“A-Arella?” she says incredulously, her voice trembling just enough to seem genuine. “What are you doing here?”I arch a brow, my pulse quickening—not with fear, but with simmering resentment. Her audacity still manages to surprise me.“I should be asking you that, Vivian,” I snap, keeping my voice cold and steady. “Haven’t you already been informed that we do not wish to work with Ames Finances?”The flicker of embarrassment in her eyes is brief before she recovers, her expression hardening.“And what gave you the right to turn down Ames Finances?” she prods, her voice sharp. Gon
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[Arella] “Oh, it’s you, my dear. Hi!” She waves, a crinkle forming at the corners of her warm, hazel eyes as she smiles. Her whole face lights up with genuine warmth, something almost tangible radiating from her like a soft, comforting blanket on a chilly day. She doesn’t seem any older than Mom, but there’s this... feeling I’m getting from her. It’s like she carries sunshine within her, and I can’t explain why I suddenly feel safe, like I’m wrapped in a long-forgotten hug. “Hi,” I squeak out, feeling like a shy kid caught staring at candy. “Thank you for the other day, hon.” She chuckles, a rich, melodic sound that instantly calms my racing heart. It’s the kind of laugh that could make flowers bloom. “Oh, it’s okay. It was a pleasure. I hope your feet didn’t blister too much.” “No, no, they’re fine,” she rushes to say, heat creeping up her neck. “I should be asking you that though. You look so... confused choosing between these two.” “Oh,” I say, flushing like som
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[Arella]“Fuck you, Lincoln Sawyer!” Thompson’s voice tears through the air, cracked and furious, soaked in desperation as he launches backwards with one final burst of rage. His boot slams into Lincoln, sending him staggering back a few steps and before I can even think, he’s charging at me—wild-eyed, unhinged, like something that’s crawled straight out of hell and decided it wants to drag me back with it.But Lincoln doesn’t go down easy.He moves like something deep inside him just snapped back into place. One moment he’s stumbling, breathless, the next he’s lunging like a damn freight train, grabbing Thompson mid-sprint and twisting with enough force to rattle the concrete under our feet. Thompson’s body slams into the ground with a sickening thud, the gun flying from his hand and skittering across the floor with a metallic scream as the punches from Lincoln connects with his face.“Arella!” Lincoln’s voice cuts through the chaos, raw and real.With thinking anymore I run to him,
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[Arella]“No no no!” Lisa screeches, stumbling back like the floor beneath her just cracked open. “H-how did you find us?!”Her voice pierces the air like shattered glass, high-pitched and filled with the kind of desperation only obsession can birth. She's shaking now, her wild eyes darting from me to the little vial still pinched between my fingers.“You conniving bitch!!” Thompson barks, his neck veins bulging as his gaze swings to Vivian.His hand trembles violently as he points between us, rage bleeding into fear. Then he sees Deric. And he pales.“It was only a matter of time before I found you, Thompson,” I say, calm, steady, like the reaper arriving with a smirk. “I’m sure you knew that too.”He begins to back away, every inch of arrogance fleeing his body like air from a punctured balloon. He stumbles until his back hits Lincoln’s bed—and that’s when everything freezes. My blood stops in my veins as he suddenly swings a gun out of his pocket, his hand shaking but deadly, and p
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[Arella]My eyes widen as I stare, mouth agape at Deric and Vivian. What? Rising to my feet, my hands tremble uncontrollably."What are you saying, Deric?" My voice cracks as the words leave, trembling with disbelief. But his eyes… they don’t meet mine. They’re locked on Vivian’s, like she’s the only thing he can see.She looks like death just kissed her. Her already pale face has lost all color, her lips trembling like a leaf in a storm."Answer my question, Vivian! You were behind the wheel of that truck, weren’t you?!" He thunders, his voice slashing through the tension like a blade, making her flinch violently.Anger. Hot, white, scalding anger surges through me like a wildfire, burning away the confusion and planting rage in its place. My mind scrambles, backtracking, clawing at the past for any clue—anything—that could’ve pointed to this. My blood turns to lava under my skin."I-I—" she bursts into tears, her sobs a jagged mess. Crumpling forward, she clutches her head like it’s
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[Arella]"Help! Let me out of here! I've been kidnapped! Help!"I roll my eyes, stepping into the room where Vivian’s been locked up for the past two days. She hasn’t been much use, barely stirring after I beat her up—guess I went too hard. But that’s not my problem. The woman had it coming.I take the keys from Zach’s hand, turn them in, and push open the door with force, the impact sending Vivian stumbling to the floor.Her terrified eyes trail up my blazer, finally meeting mine. They widen in shock.“Y-You? How… So, I wasn’t dreaming?”I chuckle lightly, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice.“You sure as hell weren’t.”Vivian clutches her head, her face twisted in confusion and fear as she screams, “Help! Help! This crazy woman kidnapped me!”I smirk, rolling my shoulders back.“The only crazy person here is you, Vivian.”She yelps in terror, scrambling to her feet. “Scream as loud as you want. This penthouse is soundproof.”Her face pales as the reality sinks in. She looks
