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Chapter 32

Elizabeth's point of view: I couldn’t imagine living under the same roof as this man. Why in God’s name was he even suggesting it? "That’s final!" I hated those words. I hated how he gave me no choice, how he acted as though his word was law. My glare burned into him as he returned to his computer, completely unfazed, as if he hadn’t just demanded the most ridiculous thing ever. "If you keep staring like that, your eyes might fall out," he chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Look at it this way," Richard continued, his tone light, almost persuasive. "I’m saving you the time and stress of taking the train all the way here every day. I’d drive you to work and back, so you wouldn’t have to stay out late, and you’d save money." I narrowed my eyes. Was he… negotiating with me? Trying to make this sound like a reasonable, even beneficial arrangement? He wasn’t wrong. It would be more convenient. But none of that mattered—I didn’t want to live with him. Who knew what insane d
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Chapter 33

Elizabeth's point of view: At first, I thought I could handle it—that I could calm Jake down and de-escalate the situation. But the moment I realized he was drunk, fear gripped me. "Get off me!" I shouted, struggling to push him away as he was now trying to force a kiss on me. "Please, stop!" My heart pounded. He was stronger than I expected, his grip like iron. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, feel his weight pressing me against the door. I frantically looked around, hoping someone would see us—hoping someone would help. But my apartment was at the far end of the block, and at this hour, the street was deserted. "Stop being difficult, Elizabeth," Jake slurred, his voice thick with liquor. "I'm not! I don’t want this!" I cried, shoving at his chest. "Just one kiss," he insisted, using his other hands to hold my face, and using his fingers to dig into my jaw, as he tilted my face toward him. I twisted and fought, but he was too strong. My body tensed, my mind ra
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Chapter 34

Richard's point of view: "She is insufferable!" I muttered, stepping into my office and switching on my computer. I had an app to design, deadlines to meet, and yet, somehow, Elizabeth had taken over every damn thought in my head. I opened my laptop, determined to work, but my mind refused to cooperate. 'What kind of person is she?" I leaned back in my chair, recalling her tantrums, her stubbornness, her ridiculous innocence. She wasn’t like anyone I had ever met—not even Laura. And that was the problem. I snapped my laptop shut and grabbed my phone, and dialed Maxwell. The second he picked up, I got straight to the point "I'm firing that guy." There was a pause before his groggy voice came through. "What guy?" I frowned, glancing at the time. Just past eleven. "Are you seriously sleeping at this hour?" Maxwell was a club guy. He didn't sleep this early. "Yes, and now I'm awake," he grumbled. "Who are you talking about?" "The nutritionist—the one you vouched for. He’s
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Chapter 35

Elizabeth's point view: Why is Richard’s house so weird? I thought as I walked into the room. It looked less like a bedroom and more like a luxury hotel suite—no, an apartment. And not just any apartment, but one that put my entire place to shame. The sheer size of it was overwhelming. There was a small living room area with couch set and a mini fridge, separated from the bedroom by a wide doorway. The bed itself was massive, a king-sized piece floating on a pure white frame. The whole room was white—walls, floors, everything—like it had been designed for someone who feared a single speck of color. A flat-screen TV hung on the wall in both the living room and the bedroom. At the far left was a walk-in closet, and at the opposite corner, a bathroom. Next to the bathroom door were four different switches, their purpose unknown. Curious, I flipped one, and the entire bathroom wall disappeared, turning the space see-through from the bedroom. I quickly flicked it off, my face heati
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Chapter 36

Elizabeth’s Point of View I found myself smiling at their little banter while eating my meal. 'Maybe this might not be so bad after all,' I thought, for the first time feeling a hint of comfort in Richard’s house. Margaret had somehow managed to make the place feel homely. “I’m done. I need to get ready for work,” Richard announced after rushing through his meal. I watched as he rose to his feet, placed his plate in the dishwasher, and walked toward the door. But just before stepping out, he paused, turning back to me. “I hope you don’t think you’re going anywhere today,” he said, his tone firm. “I’m going to work,” I countered without hesitation. “You’re not. I already spoke to your office—you’ve been given the day off,” he stated firmly. I shook my head. “I don’t need it. I’m fine to go to work.” I was finally gaining real experience at the office, and with only two months left, I wanted to make the most of it. “You’re not going. That’s final.” His voice left no room f
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Chapter 37

I noticed Margaret’s expression shift instantly. Her once-warm demeanor hardened into something unreadable as she narrowed her eyes. "I don’t know," she said, her words clipped, almost defensive. "Neither does Richard. No one knows what happened to her." Her gaze locked onto mine, searching, as if trying to decipher my intentions. "I hope you’re not asking because you believe the rumors—that Richard had anything to do with her disappearance," she added, her tone sharp, her words almost like a warning. I shook my head immediately. "No… I was just wondering what happened to her," I stammered. Margaret studied me for a second longer before her face gradually softened. "Well, like I said, no one knows. She just woke up one day and disappeared," she said, turning back toward the television. And just like that, she shut the conversation down. "Ooh! My show is starting!" She cranked up the volume—so loud that any attempt to continue our discussion would have been pointless.
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Chapter 38

Elizabeth's point of view: Inside the room was a nursery—an old, abandoned nursery with two baby cradles in the middle. The room was covered in dust, cobwebs stretched from corner to corner, making it clear no one had stepped foot in here for years. I took a step inside, and the moment I did, a sharp crack echoed through the air. I looked down to find shattered glass scattered across the floor, pieces of picture frames mixed with ripped-up notes, torn apart as if someone had wanted to erase them completely. If it wasn’t so old and dusty, the nursery would have been the most beautiful thing ever. It had promise once. Now, broken toys littered the floor—ripped bears missing their button eyes, cracked dolls with their stuffing spilling out, and pink star mobiles still hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly. But this place wasn’t just abandoned. It was ruined. Someone had deliberately trashed it. I found myself walking further, my curiosity pulling me in as I took everything in
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Chapter 39

Elizabeth's point of view: "Richard!"My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I thought he was at work. "Answer me, damn it!" he roared, eyes blazing with anger. He lifted his foot as if to step inside but stopped midair, hesitating like something invisible was holding him back. "I... I got lost trying to find my room," I stammered. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "Get out," he ordered, his voice low at first. But before I could gather myself to move, his voice rose sharply. "I said get out, Elizabeth!" I flinched, scrambling past him into the hallway. "Don't ever come in here again," Richard muttered as I rushed by. I barely had time to catch my breath before realizing—I was lost again. My room could have been anywhere. Richard must have noticed because he pointed to a door at the corner of the hallway. "There," he said, his voice quieter now, almost drained. I nodded quickly and hurried toward it. But just as I reached my door, I glanced bac
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Chapter 40

Richard's perspective: (point of view): "Martin, cancel all my appointments for the day. I don’t think I’ll be coming in," I said, feeling an unexpected pull to stay home. "Understood, sir. But if I may remind you, the award ceremony is today. You’ve been nominated for Philanthropist of the Year again," Martin informed me. "Would you like me to send a representative to accept it on your behalf?" I leaned back in my seat, exhaling. "I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know before the event." Another award. Another ceremony. I’d received so many over the years that I was starting to lose count. The whole thing felt exhausting—endless speeches, handshakes, and hollow congratulations. None of it truly mattered. But this time, something felt different. For the first time in years, I was actually considering going. That is, if I could convince Elizabeth to come with me. "Should I inform your family?" Martin asked. I sighed. My mother and Beatrice always made sure to attend on my
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Chapter 41

Elizabeth's point of view: Richard was insufferable. And Margret—what was taking her so long? I found myself glancing toward the kitchen, wondering what she was doing. With how long she was taking, she might as well have been baking a whole new batch of cupcakes. "I told you already, I’m not going to see any therapist. I don’t need one," I spat, my patience running thin. Richard smiled, unaffected. "You are," he stated firmly. I shook my head, seeing this as an opportunity to bring up Jake. "About yesterday..." I started, then hesitated. I remembered how angry Richard had been the day before, and it made me skeptical. "I... spoke to..." I stopped again, suddenly aware of the way he was watching me—focused, his full attention on me, smiling. It was unsettling. Then, as if sensing my discomfort, his expression shifted, growing serious. "What is it, Elizabeth? Talk to me." His deep voice was calm, soothing, and for some reason, it made my heart flutter slightly. "Your e
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