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 you?”

my pillow, staring at the ceiling, the past rushing back with cruel

at him on those late nights, my gaze

up against his chest, believing that I was safe in his

upright as a sharp, searing

gasped for air, but it felt like a weight was pressing down on

to get

stairs, shoving open the front door as he

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burning skin.

it didn’t help.

memory was like a blade against his already torn

moving on instinct, but

the steps of the grand entrance, his hands

began to fall. Soft at first, then

into his clothes, his skin, his bones, but the numbness had already settled in long before the rain had.

swayed, exhaustion dragging him under.

went

other side of the

my skin as I pressed forward, my boots digging into the rocky

My breath was ragged, my limbs heavy, but

peak stood just ahead, towering against the endless blue

at my lips. With one last

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