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Chapter 6: Shattered Bonds
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Father reached out to touch my arm, his eyes filled with regret, as if realizing he had gone too far with his words. But I didn't care. The damage was done already.“Myla,” he called softly, his voice trembling. It was the same voice that once soothed me as a child, but now, it only intensified the hatred I felt for him.“I… fucking… hate… you, not just you, but every single one of you sitting in this room,” I snapped. Without waiting for their reaction, I turned and walked up the stairs.When I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and fell onto the bed. My sobs sank into the pillows, while my father’s harsh words replayed in my mind. He has hurt me more than I could bear, breaking me in ways I never imagined.“I've had enough.” I hissed through gritted teeth, wiping my tears away with shaky hands. “Enough of Vanessa and her mind games. Father has no idea the fire he's playing with.”I stood up, ran my fingers through my hair, and grabbed my suitcase. I packed furiously, tossing
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She stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she turned to face Eugene, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!” she snapped, her voice sharp and fearless.Eugene’s lips curled into a menacing grin. “Not a chance,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you can just walk out of here? Think again.”I froze, my heart pounding wildly as I watched the scene unfold, unable to move. Cynthia, however, wasn’t the one to back down easily. Her free hand darted toward her small metallic clutch bag—the same bag I had seen her gripping tightly since we arrived at the airport. With a swift motion, she swung it upward, smashing it in Eugene's face.He stumbled back, clutching his nose as fresh blood dripped down his face. His grip on Cynthia’s arm loosened for just a moment, and she used the opportunity to wrench herself free.“Go, Myla!” Cynthia shouted, her voice filled with urgency.“I’m not leaving you!” I yelled back, my feet rooted to the spot despite every instinct screaming at me t
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I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
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" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth
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