Chapter 11

Atlas’s vision cleared, the haze of rage dissipating, leaving behind nothing but a cold, steely resolve.

“Take her to the police.” His voice was devoid of emotion, final.

A sharp gasp filled the air as Ivy struggled to fill her lungs with oxygen, her body wracked with violent coughs. She clutched at her throat, her breath hitching as she stared at him in disbelief, horror mingling with desperation.

“No… you can’t do this to me,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Atlas, you love me!” Her eyes glistened with hysteria. “You promised–you said you’d always protect me!”

Atlas didn’t spare her a second glance.

With a curt wave of his hand, his security team moved in, grabbing Ivy as she thrashed in their hold, her screams echoing through the vast estate.

The moment the door slammed shut, the house was plunged into an eerie stillness.

Atlas inhaled sharply, forcing his racing heart to steady. “Still no sign of Celeste?”

The answer came quickly. “No, sir. There’s been no trace of her.”

His throat tightened. Without another word, he turned and ascended the stairs, his footsteps heavy as he entered our

bedroom.

The bed was untouched, the sheets still faintly carrying my scent. Atlas lowered himself onto the mattress, burying his face into the pillows as if he could will me back into existence.

His fingers brushed against a single long strand of hair left behind on the fabric. Carefully, he picked it up, cradling it against his chest.

A breath trembled from his lips. And for the first time in years, a single tear slid silently down his face.

where are

the ceiling, the

him on those late nights, my gaze hazy with love.

had whispered his name, curled up against his chest, believing that I was

a sharp, searing pain

it felt like a weight was pressing down on him, suffocating

had to get out.

door as he stumbled outside, the cold night

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Chapter 11

burning skin.

didn’t

was like a blade against

staggered toward the driveway, his body moving on instinct,

steps of the grand entrance, his hands gripping

to fall. Soft at first, then heavier, until it was a downpour.

clothes, his skin, his bones, but

swayed, exhaustion dragging

went

the other side

of sweat trickling down my skin

heavy, but

mountain peak stood just ahead, towering

tugged at my lips. With one

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