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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚—𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐡. 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨. 𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐃í𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞—𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐧. 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

I didn't even realize when I ended up taking the wedding vows with Ihit. It was like a trance, a hazy whirlwind that kept me spinning until a sharp sensation brought me back to reality. I froze when I saw Ihit slicing his thumb. Panic surged through me as I watched his next move, his bloodied thumb painting my parting red. My breath hitched, and I stood there, paralyzed, as his actions started sinking in. My trembling fingers instinctively reached up to touch the warm streak of blood in my hairline, but before I could process anything, Ihit's towering frame loomed closer. His hand landed on my shoulder, firm yet unsettling. I opened my eyes slowly, only to find him kneeling slightly to meet my gaze. His dark, intense eyes bore into mine, holding a weight I couldn't decipher. I felt like a puppet under his control, unable to move, unable to speak. My mind was racing, trying to piece together the madness unraveling around me. At 5'2", I barely reached his chest, while he stood tall at an imposing 6'3". The difference was almost laughable, but there was no humor in this moment-only an overwhelming sense of fear and confusion. "I-Ihit, w-what did you just do?" My voice trembled as I barely managed to whisper. "What did I do?" His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're my wife. I just saved my wife's life from those thugs. Shouldn't I have done that?" His words were laced with a nonchalant arrogance, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Before I could react, he continued, his tone tinged with something almost mocking. "And as for the wedding, what kind of question is that? Why did I marry you? We were already-" "I married you again, Anahita," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine now. You're never leaving me again." Anahita. That name echoed in my head, louder than anything else. My heart sank as I realized what was happening. He was drunk. He didn't even realize who I was. He thought I was her.

𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

In the ruthless world of power, wealth, and secrets, Ahana Malhotra is caught between two dangerous men—her ambitious and cold-hearted husband, Kiyan Malhotra, and his fiercest rival, the enigmatic and unyielding Arhaan Kozllov. Ahana, the perfect socialite and Kiyan's trophy wife, has spent years masking her pain behind a flawless smile. But one fateful rainy night changes everything when her car crashes into Arhaan’s. The collision sets off a chain of events that forces her to confront not only the cracks in her marriage but also her own long-buried fears and desires. Arhaan, known for his iron will and icy demeanor, never expected to cross paths with Ahana like this. As their lives become entangled, he finds himself torn between his thirst for vengeance against Kiyan and an inexplicable need to protect the woman who symbolizes everything he despises—and yet, everything he cannot resist. And then there’s Kiyan—calculating, manipulative, and determined to maintain his empire at any cost. But as he starts to lose control over Ahana and realizes Arhaan’s growing influence over her, he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side—even if it means waging a war that could destroy them all. In this electrifying tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, three lives collide in a high-stakes game where hearts are weapons, trust is a luxury, and the ultimate price is more than any of them ever bargained for.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

"Why haven' t you eaten dinner?" Leo's voice was cold, his hand tightening around my waist. "I.." My breath hitched as he thrust into me again, harder this time, stealing my words. "Ah, L-Leo" I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. Before I could catch my breath, something soft pressed against my lips. A sandwich? "Eat, Eva," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "How....how can I eat like this?"' I gasped, my body trembling under his control. "You have to," he murmured darkly, his lips grazing my ear. "You'll need your strength to handle me." Without warning, he pushed deeper, his grip on my hips unrelenting. My body jerked in response, and my mouth opened instinctively. He took the opportunity to press the food against my lips again, his smirk evident in the way his eyes burned into mine.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 || 𝟏𝟖+ ( 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 )

How do you survive when your fairy tale collapses, when you discover that the person you believed to be your prince was, in fact, the devil himself? The man I thought was my savior, the one who would protect me, turned out to be the very monster who destroyed me. My world shattered when I learned the truth about Vivian Singhania-the truth that he wasn't a prince, he wasn't even human. He was a devil, and all I was to him was a pawn, a tool in his ruthless game. Vivian had spun his web of lies so tightly around me that I never saw it coming. Every word, every gesture-it was all to lure me in, to make me trust him, love him. And I did. Jesus, how I loved him. But no matter how deep the lies ran, the truth always finds a way to break through. And now that it has, I wish I could tear him out of my heart, rip every memory of him away from my soul. But I can't. No matter how hard I try, he's there-buried so deep that even my death wouldn't erase him. And now, I stand before him, my heart in ruins, my spirit crushed. All I want are answers. Why? Why did he do this to me? What was I to him? "Why did you do this, Vivian?!" I scream, my voice cracking as my body finally gives out, and I collapse to the ground, my knees hitting the cold, unforgiving floor. I feel my strength drain from me, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. How could he? How could the man I loved do this? Everyone in the room stares, but I don't care. Let them watch my pain. Let them see the cost of loving a devil. Tears flood my eyes, blurring everything as I sob. "You ruined everything... my family, my life. You pretended to love me... just to destroy everything I had," I say, my voice breaking as I lift my tear-streaked face to look at him. There's a bitter smile on my lips, twisted by the pain that's swallowing me whole. "You made me believe in you... you showed me a man who never even existed." Vivian crouches before me, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes, but I can't make sense of it. All I can feel is the ice creeping into my veins. His face looks so calm, so emotionless, like none of this matters to him. My tears fall faster, the salt of them stinging my lips, my face drenched in the endless flood of my grief. Then, without warning, something dark and dangerous flickers across his face, and a chill runs down my spine. His expression shifts, and I know. I know what's coming, and yet, I can't stop the fear from clawing its way through me. A cruel smile tugs at his lips. "So, you've figured it out," he says, standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets, pacing in that casual, almost mocking way of his. "Well, since the game is up, there's no point in pretending anymore, is there? Yes, Aarini. It was all a lie. Every kiss, every word-it was all just a part of my plan. Nothing more." His words slice through me like daggers, each one sharp and brutal. My heart, already in pieces, shatters completely. The last bit of hope, that tiny sliver of love I had buried deep for him, dies. My world, my life-it's all gone now. I've lost everything. I close my eyes, my voice trembling as I whisper, "You're a monster, Vivian... a heartless monster." Behind me, I hear him laugh-a dark, chilling sound that makes my blood run cold. "Exactly. That's what I am baby. Heartless, ruthless, and everything you never saw coming," he says, his voice dripping with that same cruel satisfaction. His laughter echoes in my ears, filling me with dread. My body trembles, every fiber of me screaming to run, to get away. But it's too late. I'm trapped-trapped by the man I once loved, and no matter how much I hate him now, no matter how much I want to forget... I know he'll haunt me forever. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩." 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, "𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚?" 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. "𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨?" 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟." 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫, "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚. 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, "𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, "𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲." ________ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?

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