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I don’t know what I was thinking, typing up the email.

I was never going to include the clip. I was going to delete it.

I don’t want to lose you. I wasn’t—

I drop to the floor, my hand in my hair.

Helia will hate me once he finds out.

He will hate me.

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My office door slams open, and a fuming Remo walks in.

“What now?” I sigh, only for me to freeze in place when Remo throws papers at my desk.

“Ambrose retrieved the CCTV footage of Mace’s murder and released it to the press.” He slams his hand on the table.

What!?

“You’re mistaken, Remo. How could—”

“She did! And you should realise now that keeping her alive all this time was for nothing! I told you time and time again that she is a liability, ready to destroy us; a time ticking bomb that will take advantage of everything to turn it in her favour.”

Getting up from my desk, I grab the papers, looking over headlines upon headlines from different tabloids, all reporting on the murder of Mace Torre.

I hid myself. I worked years and years to get to where I am today.

I was hiding from government officials; I was building a small life here and thought to spend it with her. And to see this?

“I don’t believe—”

“Fucking believe it, Helia! Stop this madness right this second and look at the facts. I had the IP address tracked, and it was released just half an hour ago from the Torre mansion, Ambrose’s laptop. Look at the reports if you don’t believe it, or do your own research.” Remo walks up to me and gets in my face, brows twisted and a frown on his face, and yet his eyes blaze like never before.

He doesn’t realise that something feels off, but it definitely is my heart chipping away with every word that is coming out of his mouth.

“You fix this, Helia. You fucked up, so you take care of it. I want her gone. There is no place for her here anymore. Rip her out of your heart, destroy her until there is nothing left. I don’t want to see her walking around ever again.” Remo’s nostrils flare, his gaze unwavering. He makes sure his words have made it into my head, then he leaves.

And I am left in a mess I never thought would happen.

I’ve never failed.

Whatever was softening my heart for Ambrose is slowly burning up in flames inside of me. My heart takes a different turn with my eyes stuck to the papers in front of me. There are photos of me in the Torre mansion, and my hands start to shake.

How fucking dare she take what I gave her and use it against me?

I was going to give her the world. Even burn it and destroy it for her.

It hurts.

It fucking hurts to see what she has done.

She made me believe she never needed anything when all this time she was going to use it against me?

She never changed.

I will make sure that she burns the way she burnt my world around me and left me in the ashes of everything I built. I will break her to the point she will be begging at my feet for mercy, but I will have none left in my heart.

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