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Sylvia POV I was locked in combat with the woman, my fingers tangled in her hair, pulling as hard as I could. She struggled beneath me, her hands pushing at my chest in a desperate attempt to throw me off. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“Got something to say?” I sneered, my breath quick and uneven. “Go on. Say it.”I landed a punch, harder than I intended, but the satisfaction that came from it was short-lived. That's when I heard it; laughter. I froze, my body stiffening. I slowly turned my head and saw her. Another woman, standing by the door with her phone, videoing, a smug grin plastered on her face. It hit me in an instant: this whole thing was a setup.I had fallen for it.The woman on the floor stopped fighting for a moment, her bloodied lips curling into a grin as she glanced at her partner. The realization sank in, this was a bait for some juicy story drama. They’d planned this. I had been played.I stood up, pulling the woman’s hair one last time and punching her in the stoma
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Mario’s POV“Would you be free tomorrow?” I asked as we drove home, glancing briefly at the passenger seat.Sylvia turned to look at me with a scrunched-up nose. “It’s not like I have anything to do. I feel like an old housewife.” She scoffed, then let out a long breath and shrugged. “Why? What’s going on tomorrow?”I hesitated. Honestly, I didn’t have anything specific planned, I just wanted to spend time with her, do something that didn’t feel like damage control for once.“I was just thinking…” I kept my eyes on the road, “What do you like to do? Like, what’s your dream job?”She blinked, caught off guard. “Dream job?” She repeated, leaning her head against the headrest. “That depends. You mean something I really love or something that makes money?”“Something you really love,” I said. “Let’s pretend money isn’t an issue, cause it clearly isn't.”“Oh right, I forgot,” she deadpanned with a mock gasp. “I have a rich husband my mom basically sold me off to.” She covered her mouth lik
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SYLVIA'S POVI was still caught off guard by Mario’s earlier words about transferring houses, what kind of man just throws that into casual conversation? But before I could say a word, the lawyer cleared his throat again.I leaned toward Mario and muttered, “Can we talk about this later?”He gave me one of those infuriatingly small grins before straightening, his jaw tightening as he turned back to the room. Business mode: activated.The lead lawyer adjusted his glasses and folded his hands on the table. “Let’s begin. The purpose of this meeting is to negotiate a settlement regarding the incident involving Mrs Sylvia and Miss Tina, which, as you all know, has gone viral and caused significant media attention, and police attention.”I shifted in my seat, trying not to roll my eyes when I looked across the table at her. Tina legs were crossed, nails perfect, wearing a snug grin.She gave me a thin smile.Her lawyer, young, too slick, cleared his throat. “My client is prepared to drop al
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SYLVIA'S POV I didn’t know what to say to Mario, so when the doctor came out and interrupted us, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, sinking deeper into my chair."I would like to speak to you in my office," the doctor said, his tone clipped and professional. His eyes flicked over Mario’s outfit a little too long, his disapproval almost visible before he turned sharply and started walking down the hallway."Why the fuck did you even wear this?" I muttered under my breath, nudging Mario in the side with my elbow as we stood to follow.He smirked, glancing at me sideways. "My friend lent them to me. Figured my usual clothes weren’t exactly... business meeting appropriate for dealing with other gang members."I rolled my eyes. "And is that why you drowned yourself in whiskey and cigarette smoke too?" I asked, tilting my head up to catch his expression.Mario chuckled, that low, warm sound that always seemed to crack my walls a little. "You're so witty," he said, grinning lazily. "One of t
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SYLVIA’S POVI was too stunned to speak. My mouth hung open slightly, my eyes as wide as saucers as I stared at her."What... what did you just say?" I finally asked.She didn't answer right away, instead, she stared at the grass for a long, heavy moment, like she was trying to gather pieces of herself.When she finally spoke, her voice was so low, I had to lean closer to hear her."They gave the three of them guns after months of abuse," she said. "And they told them if they shot one of themselves, it would all end. The pain, the abuse, the fear... it would all be over. And they could go back to living normal lives."I blinked, feeling my stomach knot tighter and tighter."Gerard..." she paused, pressing her lips together. "Gerard used to be Mario’s favorite brother. And Gerard was Michael’s favorite too. But Mario and Michael... they didn’t get along.There was always tension there."She glanced at me, almost like she was asking for permission to keep going.I nodded silently, urgi
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Sylvia's POVMario didn’t come back that night after he stormed out.I barely slept, tossing and turning, glancing at my phone every few minutes like a fool waiting for a text that never came. By morning, there was still no sign of him. No message. No missed calls. Nothing.I asked around, clinging to hope. The staff all gave me the same helpless looks. Nobody knew anything.Or maybe they were lying. Maybe he had asked them not to tell me.By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting around, waiting, pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside. My chest felt too tight. I needed to do something, anything. So I stormed upstairs, straight to Gerard’s room.I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and walked right in.He barely even looked at me. Just kept rummaging through a drawer, his back tense. A half-packed suitcase sat open on his bed, clothes tossed in like he didn’t give a damn where he was going."What do you want?" he muttered, voice sharp and dismissive.Something inside
