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The way he seemed to fit so perfectly into my world.

I thought it was fate.

It wasn’t fate. It was a setup.

I shove away from the table, breathing hard.

This is his father’s doing. The two of them, manipulating me.

For what? What’s their endgame?

A sharp pain stabs at my chest—betrayal sinking its claws into me.

I slam the laptop shut, my hands shaking with rage. Nate told me he loved me, and I believed him.

Was it all a lie?

A hot prickle burns behind my eyes, but I crush it down. No. I won’t cry for him.

He doesn’t deserve my tears.

What he deserves is a slow, painful death right alongside his father.

Oh god.

The realisation hits me like a sledgehammer, a new horror seeping in.

They know.

About everything.

Every crime I’ve committed, every man I’ve killed.

What if this was their plan all along? What if they’re going to the police?

Panic claws at my chest, but I take a deep breath, forcing it down.

I won’t let that happen.

If they want to play games, fine.

But I’ll make sure they don’t live long enough to see the end of it.

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No One Plays Me

Hypothetical Question: If you had to swap places with any fictional villain, but you had to commit to their evil plan, who would you choose?

Nate

Daddy Death:I have to work late tonight. I’ll be over around 8. Should I pick up some dinner? Chinese?

Queen Carina:Don’t bother. I’m not well.

Ifrownatmyphone. She’s sick?

Daddy Death:I’ll bring some soup over now. Fuck work.

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