♾️HER•LIFE•IN•A•NUTSHELL♾️
(Her Pen,His fate📌. Death Over love🩸)
By: Authoress Liyah♾️.
©️ copyright 2025.
Copy at your own risk⚠️.
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I've been incredibly busy these past few days, so expect each chapter to be late.
E★N★J★O★Y
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~CHAPTER 22&23~
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[•LEWISTON’S•APARTMENT• SAME•TIME•]
Lewiston’s penthouse was dim—only the soft glow of a single lamp lit the room. The place was quiet, too quiet, except for the faint hum of the city far below.
He sat on the edge of his couch, phone in hand, one leg crossed over the other. His expression was unreadable that cold, calm look he always carried like a second skin.
The screen showed the message he’d just sent.
Her name. Her number. Her reaction he could already imagine.
He leaned back slowly, exhaling.
“She read it,” he murmured to himself.
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth—slow, dark, dangerous.
He dropped the phone beside him, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as he stared out the huge window, watching the city lights flicker like dying stars.
“I want to see how long she pretends she doesn’t know it’s me,” he whispered, almost amused.
He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t chasing. He was waiting.
He always waited— and watched.
On the table in front of him lay a file—Naomi’s wedding details, the venue, the dates, the dressmaker’s name… Enchanted Veil circled in red.
Lewiston’s eyes drifted to it, the smirk deepening.
“She looked beautiful today,” he said softly, even though no one else was in the apartment.
His voice was calm—too calm.
He picked up the file, closed it, and set it aside neatly… like someone arranging pieces on a board.
“She smiled,” he murmured, remembering the tiny shift in her lips when she saw his message.
“Good.”
He rose from the couch, slow and unhurried, walking toward the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water, the sound echoing in the silence.
Then—just before taking a sip—he paused.
His phone buzzed lightly from the couch.
He didn’t move to check it. Not yet.
He let the anticipation stretch, his jaw tightening slightly, eyes darkening with a quiet satisfaction.
“If she replies…” His voice dropped to a whisper—
“it gets more interesting.” he completed.
The water was still in his hand, when a sharp, controlled knock echoed through the penthouse.
Three taps.
Precise.
Measured.
Lewiston didn’t speak — he didn’t need to.
“Enter.” His silence said it for him.
The door opened, and Herbert stepped inside. Coat still on. Posture stiff. His usual calm was there… but something heavier pressed underneath.
Before Herbert could even breathe out a word, another figure shifted from the corner — a shadow stepping forward.
Cassian Void.
Cassian wasn’t tall in an intimidating way — he had that quiet, compressed danger, the kind that made people step aside without knowing why. Dark skin, low-cut waves, eyes the color of burnt honey that never stayed still for long. He didn’t talk unless required. Didn’t smile unless paid. And didn’t breathe too loudly unless Lewiston allowed it.
He had a habit of slipping into corners, shadows, and crowds — like he was born invisible.
A perfect spy.
A perfect ghost.
Lewiston found him years ago in the underground betting rings of Valemire (the undercity where secrets breathe and laws don’t reach) — sharp-eyed, starving, with a brilliance that didn’t belong in the gutter. Since then, Cassian owed him everything — his clothes, his apartment, his second chance at life.
And Lewiston collected that loyalty like currency.
Cassian never failed him.
He must have slipped in earlier without a sound. He always did.
Cassian’s eyes, dark honey and unreadable, flicked briefly to Herbert before returning to Lewiston with respectful stillness.
Lewiston’s gaze moved to Cassian first — because Cassian always came first.
“Well?” Lewiston asked quietly, his tone too calm for comfort.
“Everything checked out. Naomi entered the restroom alone… and that was your moment.” Head bowed.
“She read the messages. Twice.” His voice dipped even lower.
“And she smiled.” He reported.
Lewiston’s lips twitched — not a smile, but that sharp, dangerous satisfaction.
“Good,” he murmured.
Only then did he shift his eyes to Herbert, who cleared his throat like a man who wished Cassian wasn’t even in the room.
“Lewiston,” Herbert said. “We have a situation.”
“You always do.” Lewiston replied, lifting the glass, taking one slow sip.
“Thomas interfered.” Herbert’s jaw ticked.
Lewiston didn’t blink.
“I can't bring myself to tell death about it, he'd kill me. He had particularly told me not to get seen,and now this happened, thankfully,I had the sedative with me.” He said in a rush.
Lewiston set his glass down with a soft click — dangerous and controlled.
“Did he follow you?”
“No. The sedative hit him immediately.”
Cassian shifted slightly, just enough to show he was listening.
Lewiston’s attention snapped back to Herbert.
“And Ruth?”
“She’s at the infirmary,alive and stable.”
Lewiston’s tongue clicked once — annoyance.
“She was touched more than she should have been. Death gave orders.”
“I handled it,” Herbert said quickly.
Silence.
Heavy.
Thick.
Cassian didn’t even breathe too loudly.
Then Lewiston’s voice shifted — darker… calmer.
“And Naomi?”
Herbert hesitated.
Cassian watched him like a hawk.
“She got to the Enchanted Veil safely,” Herbert said. “And… she was seen. By you.”
Lewiston’s eyes darkened in a way that made Herbert swallow.
“She’ll put the pieces together soon,” Lewiston murmured.
Herbert inhaled — slow, cautious.
“Lewiston… this obsession—”
Lewiston raised one hand, just a small gesture…
but Herbert shut up immediately.
Cassian stepped forward slightly, voice cold and flat:
“Choose your words wisely.”
“Yes, sir.” Herbert lowered his gaze.
Lewiston walked past them both, picking up his phone from the couch.
The screen lit up.
A new message.
From Naomi.
His expression didn’t change.
But his eyes… his eyes sharpened with hunger,hunger of Naomi's cry,of her pain.
“Everything,” Lewiston whispered,
“is moving exactly where it should.”
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[•SANDRO’S•MANSION• NIGHT•]
The car pulled up to Sandro’s mansion, lights soft across the manicured lawn. Bianca stepped out, hands on her hips, eyes scanning Naomi.
“CINDY! You promised you’d stay the night. I won’t take no for an answer,” Bianca said, voice playful but firm.
“Yes, Mom… I’ll stay.” Naomi said,with a forced smile.
Gerard got out of the car behind them, shrugging.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t run off.”
Beauty peeked from the doorway as they approached. Her heart did a little flip when Gerard’s eyes briefly met hers. “H-hi, Gerard,” she said softly, cheeks pink.
“Hey,” Gerard replied casually, not lingering on her.
Naomi nudged Beauty under the arm. “She’s got a crush,” Naomi whispered, smirking.
Beauty squeaked and shoved Naomi lightly.
“Shhh! Don’t tell anyone!”
“You think he doesn't know?” Naomi scoffed playfully.
Gerard raised an eyebrow. “Tell me what?”
Naomi winked. Beauty nearly turned red in the moonlight.
“Nothing, nothing,” Naomi said quickly, covering.
Inside, the mansion was warm. The hallway smelled faintly of flowers and vanilla. Bianca waved them along.
“Come on, girls. Go get comfortable. Gerard, try not to scare anyone with that broody look of yours.”
“Broody?” Gerard said, feigning offense. “Me?”
Beauty giggled softly, hiding behind her hair. Naomi rolled her eyes.
Naomi headed toward the kitchen, Gerard followed her quickly.
Beauty hovered near the living room, trying not to stare too much at Gerard, but failing spectacularly.
Naomi opened the fridge and grabbed a glass jug of water. “I just need a minute,” she said, leaning against the counter.
Gerard leaned casually against the other side. “You okay? You’ve been quiet since the drive.”
“I’m fine,” Naomi said quickly, but her grip on the jug tightened.
Lily's head suddenly peeked around the doorway. “Mummy are you sure?”
Naomi forced a small smile. “Yes… just tired.”
Gerard frowned, watching her. “Alright… if you say so. Just don’t lie to me, okay?”
Naomi sighed, taking a sip.
Her phone buzzed.
Naomi froze.
Unknown Number: Still trying to breathe me out of your system?
Her hand trembled.
“Mommy… who’s texting you?” Lily asked softly.
“No one. Just spam.” Naomi quickly locked the phone.
Gerard narrowed his eyes. “Spam doesn’t say things like that.”
“I said it’s nothing,” Naomi replied, forcing calm.
Another buzz.
Unknown Number: Kitchen lights look good on you.
Naomi glanced at the window nervously. Curtains slightly parted.
Another buzz.
Unknown Number: Left side. Look.
Her chest tightened,as her phone vibrated again,she checked and was shocked to see still yet another message from the same number.
Unknown Number: Don’t run.
Naomi’s fingers trembled on the phone.
“…Lewiston?” she whispered.
“Lew… who?” Beauty’s eyes widened as she stepped into the kitchen with a tray of dishes food.
Naomi didn’t answer. Another message slid in.
Unknown Number: Good girl.
Naomi’s knees nearly buckled. She gripped the counter, trying to steady herself.
Gerard noticed immediately. “Naomi?”
She forced her eyes up, masking panic with a shaky laugh. “I… I’m fine,” she said.
Beauty hovered silently, glancing between Naomi and Gerard. She wanted to help Naomi, but her crush on Gerard made her tongue-tied.
Naomi’s chest tightened further. She couldn’t let anyone see how rattled she was.
And in the back of her mind, one thought loomed:
‘He isn’t far… and he’s always watching.’
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{NEXT•DAY}
[•REMOTE TOWN, AMERICA•]
The town was empty and forgotten. Streets cracked. Buildings leaning. Windows like empty eyes staring into nothing.
Here,day felt like night. One wouldn't know if it was morning or night.
Inside one old building, a figure moved. A long cloak covered him. His face hidden in the shadows. No one knew what he looked like.
He was dangerous. Wicked. He loved to watch.
Tonight, he watched Naomi.
A broken TV flickered. It showed news about Naomi—her surviving everything, her coming book, and her wedding. All on the same day.
The faceless man leaned forward. Fingers brushing dust from the table. His voice is dry, soft.
“She grows stronger… even with danger on all sides,” he hissed. “And she smiles.”
He turned to his wall of papers and screens. Photos, articles, messages. He knew everything—every move, every friend, every secret.
His mind drifted back… five years ago.
He had first seen Naomi at the park, with Lewiston. They were lovers—bright, young, untouchable. Naomi had been in Lewiston’s arms, laughing, happy, like nothing could hurt her.
He remembered following her that day, unseen. She had left Lewiston briefly, going to be alone. That was when their relationship began to scatter.
He saw her stumble into uncertainty. Lewiston unaware. Naomi trying to hold onto love, but slipping through the cracks of fate.
And he watched it all. Every tear she shed. Every secret fear she hid. Every moment she began to break apart.
That memory had stayed with him. Fuel. Patience. Hate.
His plans now were to,
To ruin her wedding and book release.
To use her friends and family, turning loyalty into fear.
To make her feel scared, powerless, and alone.
To wait in the shadows, striking when she least expects it.
Since he didn't succeed with poisoning her daughter,he must succeed with his remaining plans.
He walked slowly in the room. Cloak brushing the floor. “She thinks she can survive. She thinks she can win.”
On the table, small vials and strange devices glinted in dim light. He touched them softly. “No one escapes me. Not her.”
The wind howled outside, rattling old windows. Inside, he tilted his head under the hood.
He was ready.
Naomi’s wedding and book release were coming. He would be there. Watching. Waiting.
“Soon…” he whispered. “Soon, it all falls apart.”
Maybe,just maybe it was time to reveal his face.
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[•DEATH•VILLA•]
Ruth’s head hung low. Her body felt heavy, her mind still foggy. The sterile smell of the infirmary filled her nostrils. Machines beeped softly around her.
She opened her eyes and froze.
Her hair… short, stiff, fake. Not hers. She ran her fingers through it, shock tightening her chest.
A cold, familiar voice came from the corner.
“You’re awake,” said Death. Calm. Cold. Familiar.
A gasp left her chapped lip as her eyes widened with fear.
“I… Death, I—I didn’t mean to—” Her voice trembled with fear and regret, but there was also pride in the edge of it.
“I acted without telling you. I… I thought I could manage.”
Death stepped closer. Shadows seemed to cling to him. His eyes, sharp and piercing, softened slightly—not much, but enough.
“You know the rules,” he said quietly. “You should not have moved without my word,and you'd be punished.”
“I know,” Ruth whispered, bowing her head.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to fail… I just… I couldn’t wait—”
“And now what? You've lost everything,including your only family. You killed your father yourself Ruth,you murdered him. Just the same way you caused your mother's death. The only difference is there's no one to blame for your dad's death,or you'd blame Naomi for your dad's death the same way you blamed her for your mother's death?” Death cut her off,his voice dripping with suppressed annoyance.
Death regarded her silently for a long moment.
“You’ve grown… but reckless as ever,” he said. “I expected nothing less.”
Ruth swallowed, fear and respect mingling in her chest.
“I… I am grateful,” she said softly. “For keeping me alive. For giving me… purpose.”
Death’s shadow shifted near the window. “The purpose is yours to honor, Ruth. Never forget it.”
Before she could answer, the door creaked. Lewiston stepped in. His presence filled the room, dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
His eyes locked on Ruth. They were sharp, almost predatory. Rage simmered just below the surface—he wanted to choke her, punish her, kill her for touching Naomi.
Ruth’s gaze dropped immediately, sensing both threat and faint protection. “Lewiston…” she whispered, voice low. “I… I had to. I didn’t mean to… go without…”
Lewiston stepped closer, his stare piercing her like a blade, yet his tone was controlled, calm—but cold. “I know. Death knows. You did what you had to. But… you touch Naomi again without telling me, and you’ll regret it.”
Ruth bowed slightly, fear, respect, and a hint of pride in her tone. “Yes… I understand. I won’t fail. I’ll do what’s necessary.”
Death’s voice cut softly from the corner. “Good. That is all I ask. Follow the path, Ruth. Loyalty and courage must outweigh pride and impulse.”
Ruth clenched her fists, fire and determination returning. “I understand,” she said firmly. “I’ll face whatever comes… head-on.”
Lewiston’s eyes softened just fractionally for a moment—anger still there, but care hidden beneath. “…Good. That’s the Ruth I know.”
Death stepped back, silent approval in his stance. The room felt heavy, thick with tension, but Ruth felt purpose and power stir inside her again, and despite the promise not to touch Naomi again,she made a vow to kill Naomi herself when the time comes. For now,she has to keep her head low.
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[•N•M•C LIBRARY•]
“But we kissed!” Bet’s hurt voice cracked through the cafeteria air.
Silas stood opposite her, hands in his pockets, jaw tight.
“Bet… you’re acting like that kiss meant something real. You were the one that started everything.”
Bet blinked hard, eyes hot. “Started what? You didn’t stop me, Silas. You kissed me back.”
Silas shook his head slowly. “Because you pushed it. Because you made it a game. You kept dragging it on like it was nothing.”
“So it’s my fault now?” Bet scoffed, stepping closer.
“Yes,” Silas said plainly.
“That misunderstanding between me and Caramel? All of it came from you. You kept playing around, you kept pushing boundaries, and she saw it.”
Bet’s throat bobbed. “I just— I didn’t know she’d take it that way.”
“You didn’t care,” Silas corrected. “And now you’re acting shocked because I asked her out.”
Bet’s eyes widened. “You really asked her out? For real?”
Silas nodded once. “Yeah. And she hasn’t answered me yet… but I meant it.”
Bet swallowed, frustration rising. “So what do you want from me now? Why are you even here talking to me?”
Silas sighed. “To end the game, Bet. That’s all. We stop everything. No more flirting, no more fake stuff, no more kissing. It’s done.”
Bet stared at him, breathing unevenly. “You’re… serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
Her lips trembled. “But… Why do you make it sound like I ruined everything?”
“Because you kind of did,” Silas replied calmly. “You confused her. You confused yourself. You confused me. And now I’m trying to fix it.”
Bet shook her head slowly, stepping even closer. “If you’re so sure… Why are you telling me all this so gently? Why not just walk away?”
Silas exhaled, eyes closing briefly. “Because you’re still my friend. And I don’t want to hurt you. But you have to stop.”
Bet’s eyes softened for a second… then tightened again.
“I can remind you how it felt,” she whispered, leaning toward him slightly.
Silas stepped back immediately. “Don’t,” he warned, voice low. “That’s what messed everything up the first time.”
Bet’s lips parted. “Silas—”
“No,” he cut in. “Let it go. I’m not falling into that again.”
Bet stared at him, heart pounding, but she slowly lowered her hand.
“Is this really because of her?” she asked quietly.
“This is because I like her,” Silas said honestly. “And because you and I were never something real. You know that.”
Bet swallowed hard, face falling for the first time. “So… we’re done.”
“The game is done,” he corrected. “We’re still cool. Just stop crossing the line.”
Bet stared at him a long moment, then nodded stiffly.
“…Fine.”
Silas gave her one last look—firm but not unkind—then walked away, leaving Bet speechless, angry… and a little heartbroken.
Just when Bet was about to explode with the series of emotions playing in her head at once, Caramel appeared from the other side of the cafeteria, clapping slowly, deliberately, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Well, well, well…” she drawled, eyes flicking to Bet.
“Didn’t think you’d survive the week without falling apart completely.”
Bet spun around, face flushed, fists clenched. “Caramel! What are you—?”
“Oh, don’t be so shocked, sweetheart,” Caramel interrupted, tilting her head mockingly. “I’m just concerned. Poor thing, all hurt and confused because your little games didn’t work.”
She feigned a shudder, placing a hand over her chest. “Oh, how tragic.”
“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you? Sitting there, all smug with Silas… pretending you don’t know what you’re doing.” Bet said,teeth gritted hard.
Caramel’s smirk widened. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. Unlike some people.”
She clapped her hands again, soft and mocking. “Really, Bet… you should be thanking me. I saved you from making an even bigger fool of yourself. Honestly, watching you flail? Heartbreaking.”
“You… you—” Bet stammered, face red, trying to get a word out.
“Oh, shush,” Caramel said, leaning back against a table, arms crossed. “No need to struggle. I can see it all over your face—hurt, confusion, jealousy. Poor Bet. Can’t even handle a simple truth.”
“Jealousy? You think I’m jealous? I’m not! I—” Her hands shook.
Caramel interrupted with a laugh, dripping with fake pity. “Not jealous? Oh, please. Don’t try to lie to me. You heard him and now you’re mad, upset, and completely powerless. It’s almost adorable.”
Bet lunged forward slightly, fists trembling.
“You… you’re disgusting. You always have to make it about you, don’t you? About how clever and untouchable you are!”
Caramel tilted her head, eyes glittering. “Untouchable? Oh no, sweetie… I’m very touchable. But only by the one who matters.” She let her gaze drift to Silas, who was almost out of the cafeteria, then back to Bet.
“And that’s not you. You’re just… collateral damage. Sad, pathetic little collateral.” She dropped.
Bet’s chest heaved, her voice low and dangerous.
“You… you think this is a game? That you can just laugh at people? You… I—”
Caramel clapped again, soft and mocking. “Bravo! So fiery! But honestly, it’s exhausting to watch someone so desperate try to play a role they’re already too late for.”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a fake whisper. “And Silas? He’s mine. Not yours. Not Bet’s. Mine. I’d say sorry, but… really, can I? No.”
Bet’s eyes burned with fury. “You… you’re impossible. I hate you!”
Caramel gave a theatrical sigh. “Hate me? Oh, darling, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week. Truly, I’ll treasure it forever.”
Bet growled, spinning around, shoulders tight, fists trembling. “I’m not done with you!”
Caramel clapped one last time and turned to leave, still smirking. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I really am.”
Caramel laughed at her face again,and went after Silas.
Bet glared after her, chest heaving, lips pressed tight, still trembling with anger and humiliation.
[•SILAS•OFFICE~NOON•]
Caramel pushed the door open quietly, her hands trembling slightly. Silas was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp, waiting.
“I… I came,” she said softly, voice almost a whisper.
Silas raised an eyebrow, calm but intense. “Came for what?”
She took a deep breath, stepping closer. “To… to tell you. I… I’ll be your girlfriend. I don’t want to hide it anymore.”
Silas’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but his voice stayed steady. “Are you sure?”
She nodded quickly, tears threatening to spill. “Yes. I… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried. I thought I was protecting myself, but… I don’t want to anymore.”
He stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. “You know, I’ve waited for this.”
Her heart pounded, but she tried to hide it. “I… I didn’t know if you… if you meant it. With me, I mean. I thought… maybe you were just—”
“Playing?” he interrupted gently, cupping her face. “No. Bet was nothing. She was just… a distraction. You’re the one I care about. You’ve been the one all along.”
Her chest tightened, and tears slipped down her cheeks. “I… I didn’t know I’d feel this way. I didn’t expect… I never thought I could feel this…”
Silas shook his head slowly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I’ve seen it all along, Caramel. You don’t have to hide it from me anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”
She closed her eyes, letting herself feel it for the first time. “I… I want this. I want us.”
“Then we’ll have it,” he whispered, a soft but firm smile on his lips. “One step at a time. I’m yours now, if you’ll have me.”
Her lips trembled, and she nodded, letting herself fall into the warmth of the moment. “I… I have you.”
Silas took her hand gently, holding it like a promise. “And I’ll never let you go.”
With that, he kissed her. Slowly, as if testing the moment, letting each second linger. His hand cupped her cheek gently, and she melted into him, letting herself finally feel the warmth and certainty she’d been denying for so long.
Her heart raced, breaths mingling, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them. She pressed closer, resting her hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath her palms.
Silas pulled back just slightly, forehead resting against hers, eyes soft but intense.
“You’re mine, Caramel,” he whispered.
She let out a shaky breath, tears brimming, a small, vulnerable smile forming. “I’m yours,” she replied, voice barely audible but full of truth.
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[•UNDERGROUND•PARKING•LOT•11pm•]
Naomi rubbed her eyes as she stepped into the underground parking lot. It was late, too late. The place was almost empty — just dim lights, long shadows, and the echo of her own footsteps.
She reached for her keys in her bag…she didn't realize it was so late before she left the library. She's been too busy these days.
Then she froze.
Right there, on the same old concrete pillar
the exact spot she’d seen something a month ago,
was fresh writing.
Red. Wet.
Blood.
Her heart kicked hard in her chest.
She moved closer, slowly… carefully… like the air itself had turned cold.
The words were messy, dragged, carved almost:
“Nami…
I haven’t forgotten you.
You think you’re safe?
I’m coming.”
Her breath hitched.
She stepped back, hand shaking, eyes wide. Her mind jumped — Lewiston? No… this wasn’t his style. This was something else. Something darker.
A drop of blood slid down the pillar, slow and sticky.
The smell hit her.
Real blood.
Real danger.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked around the empty lot — every shadow suddenly felt like someone watching her.
“N-No… not again…” she whispered.
Her keys slipped from her hand and clattered on the ground.
She didn’t pick them up right away.
She couldn’t move.
The message stared back at her, loud in her mind.
Meanwhile….,
Cassian leaned in the shadows, barely visible. His dark honey eyes never left Naomi as she stared at the blood-stained words.
Silent. Invisible. Always watching.
He pulled out his phone, fingers quick, precise.
“Sir,” he typed, calm and low. “Naomi is at the underground parking lot. The blood message is still visible. She saw it. She’s frozen.”
He didn’t wait. Cassian knew Lewiston would need the information immediately.
Seconds later, a response came through.
Lewiston’s message was short.
“Stay hidden. Watch everything. Report movement. Do not intervene unless I order it.”
Cassian nodded slightly, even though Lewiston couldn’t see him. He had learned the game long ago—observe, report, disappear.
Naomi’s fingers trembled as she reached for her keys again, unsure if she wanted to touch them. Her pulse raced. Fear had her frozen, but her instincts screamed to run.
Cassian’s eyes narrowed under the shadow of his hood. He stayed perfectly still, noting every twitch, every glance, every heartbeat.
“She doesn’t know who left it… yet,” he murmured softly, voice barely audible.
And then, as always, he melted back into the shadows, watching, waiting, invisible.
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(Her Pen,His fate📌. Death Over love🩸)
By: Authoress Liyah♾️.
©️ copyright 2025.
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I've been incredibly busy these past few days, so expect each chapter to be late.
E★N★J★O★Y
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~CHAPTER 22&23~
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[•LEWISTON’S•APARTMENT• SAME•TIME•]
Lewiston’s penthouse was dim—only the soft glow of a single lamp lit the room. The place was quiet, too quiet, except for the faint hum of the city far below.
He sat on the edge of his couch, phone in hand, one leg crossed over the other. His expression was unreadable that cold, calm look he always carried like a second skin.
The screen showed the message he’d just sent.
Her name. Her number. Her reaction he could already imagine.
He leaned back slowly, exhaling.
“She read it,” he murmured to himself.
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth—slow, dark, dangerous.
He dropped the phone beside him, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as he stared out the huge window, watching the city lights flicker like dying stars.
“I want to see how long she pretends she doesn’t know it’s me,” he whispered, almost amused.
He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t chasing. He was waiting.
He always waited— and watched.
On the table in front of him lay a file—Naomi’s wedding details, the venue, the dates, the dressmaker’s name… Enchanted Veil circled in red.
Lewiston’s eyes drifted to it, the smirk deepening.
“She looked beautiful today,” he said softly, even though no one else was in the apartment.
His voice was calm—too calm.
He picked up the file, closed it, and set it aside neatly… like someone arranging pieces on a board.
“She smiled,” he murmured, remembering the tiny shift in her lips when she saw his message.
“Good.”
He rose from the couch, slow and unhurried, walking toward the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water, the sound echoing in the silence.
Then—just before taking a sip—he paused.
His phone buzzed lightly from the couch.
He didn’t move to check it. Not yet.
He let the anticipation stretch, his jaw tightening slightly, eyes darkening with a quiet satisfaction.
“If she replies…” His voice dropped to a whisper—
“it gets more interesting.” he completed.
The water was still in his hand, when a sharp, controlled knock echoed through the penthouse.
Three taps.
Precise.
Measured.
Lewiston didn’t speak — he didn’t need to.
“Enter.” His silence said it for him.
The door opened, and Herbert stepped inside. Coat still on. Posture stiff. His usual calm was there… but something heavier pressed underneath.
Before Herbert could even breathe out a word, another figure shifted from the corner — a shadow stepping forward.
Cassian Void.
Cassian wasn’t tall in an intimidating way — he had that quiet, compressed danger, the kind that made people step aside without knowing why. Dark skin, low-cut waves, eyes the color of burnt honey that never stayed still for long. He didn’t talk unless required. Didn’t smile unless paid. And didn’t breathe too loudly unless Lewiston allowed it.
He had a habit of slipping into corners, shadows, and crowds — like he was born invisible.
A perfect spy.
A perfect ghost.
Lewiston found him years ago in the underground betting rings of Valemire (the undercity where secrets breathe and laws don’t reach) — sharp-eyed, starving, with a brilliance that didn’t belong in the gutter. Since then, Cassian owed him everything — his clothes, his apartment, his second chance at life.
And Lewiston collected that loyalty like currency.
Cassian never failed him.
He must have slipped in earlier without a sound. He always did.
Cassian’s eyes, dark honey and unreadable, flicked briefly to Herbert before returning to Lewiston with respectful stillness.
Lewiston’s gaze moved to Cassian first — because Cassian always came first.
“Well?” Lewiston asked quietly, his tone too calm for comfort.
“Everything checked out. Naomi entered the restroom alone… and that was your moment.” Head bowed.
“She read the messages. Twice.” His voice dipped even lower.
“And she smiled.” He reported.
Lewiston’s lips twitched — not a smile, but that sharp, dangerous satisfaction.
“Good,” he murmured.
Only then did he shift his eyes to Herbert, who cleared his throat like a man who wished Cassian wasn’t even in the room.
“Lewiston,” Herbert said. “We have a situation.”
“You always do.” Lewiston replied, lifting the glass, taking one slow sip.
“Thomas interfered.” Herbert’s jaw ticked.
Lewiston didn’t blink.
“I can't bring myself to tell death about it, he'd kill me. He had particularly told me not to get seen,and now this happened, thankfully,I had the sedative with me.” He said in a rush.
Lewiston set his glass down with a soft click — dangerous and controlled.
“Did he follow you?”
“No. The sedative hit him immediately.”
Cassian shifted slightly, just enough to show he was listening.
Lewiston’s attention snapped back to Herbert.
“And Ruth?”
“She’s at the infirmary,alive and stable.”
Lewiston’s tongue clicked once — annoyance.
“She was touched more than she should have been. Death gave orders.”
“I handled it,” Herbert said quickly.
Silence.
Heavy.
Thick.
Cassian didn’t even breathe too loudly.
Then Lewiston’s voice shifted — darker… calmer.
“And Naomi?”
Herbert hesitated.
Cassian watched him like a hawk.
“She got to the Enchanted Veil safely,” Herbert said. “And… she was seen. By you.”
Lewiston’s eyes darkened in a way that made Herbert swallow.
“She’ll put the pieces together soon,” Lewiston murmured.
Herbert inhaled — slow, cautious.
“Lewiston… this obsession—”
Lewiston raised one hand, just a small gesture…
but Herbert shut up immediately.
Cassian stepped forward slightly, voice cold and flat:
“Choose your words wisely.”
“Yes, sir.” Herbert lowered his gaze.
Lewiston walked past them both, picking up his phone from the couch.
The screen lit up.
A new message.
From Naomi.
His expression didn’t change.
But his eyes… his eyes sharpened with hunger,hunger of Naomi's cry,of her pain.
“Everything,” Lewiston whispered,
“is moving exactly where it should.”
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[•SANDRO’S•MANSION• NIGHT•]
The car pulled up to Sandro’s mansion, lights soft across the manicured lawn. Bianca stepped out, hands on her hips, eyes scanning Naomi.
“CINDY! You promised you’d stay the night. I won’t take no for an answer,” Bianca said, voice playful but firm.
“Yes, Mom… I’ll stay.” Naomi said,with a forced smile.
Gerard got out of the car behind them, shrugging.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t run off.”
Beauty peeked from the doorway as they approached. Her heart did a little flip when Gerard’s eyes briefly met hers. “H-hi, Gerard,” she said softly, cheeks pink.
“Hey,” Gerard replied casually, not lingering on her.
Naomi nudged Beauty under the arm. “She’s got a crush,” Naomi whispered, smirking.
Beauty squeaked and shoved Naomi lightly.
“Shhh! Don’t tell anyone!”
“You think he doesn't know?” Naomi scoffed playfully.
Gerard raised an eyebrow. “Tell me what?”
Naomi winked. Beauty nearly turned red in the moonlight.
“Nothing, nothing,” Naomi said quickly, covering.
Inside, the mansion was warm. The hallway smelled faintly of flowers and vanilla. Bianca waved them along.
“Come on, girls. Go get comfortable. Gerard, try not to scare anyone with that broody look of yours.”
“Broody?” Gerard said, feigning offense. “Me?”
Beauty giggled softly, hiding behind her hair. Naomi rolled her eyes.
Naomi headed toward the kitchen, Gerard followed her quickly.
Beauty hovered near the living room, trying not to stare too much at Gerard, but failing spectacularly.
Naomi opened the fridge and grabbed a glass jug of water. “I just need a minute,” she said, leaning against the counter.
Gerard leaned casually against the other side. “You okay? You’ve been quiet since the drive.”
“I’m fine,” Naomi said quickly, but her grip on the jug tightened.
Lily's head suddenly peeked around the doorway. “Mummy are you sure?”
Naomi forced a small smile. “Yes… just tired.”
Gerard frowned, watching her. “Alright… if you say so. Just don’t lie to me, okay?”
Naomi sighed, taking a sip.
Her phone buzzed.
Naomi froze.
Unknown Number: Still trying to breathe me out of your system?
Her hand trembled.
“Mommy… who’s texting you?” Lily asked softly.
“No one. Just spam.” Naomi quickly locked the phone.
Gerard narrowed his eyes. “Spam doesn’t say things like that.”
“I said it’s nothing,” Naomi replied, forcing calm.
Another buzz.
Unknown Number: Kitchen lights look good on you.
Naomi glanced at the window nervously. Curtains slightly parted.
Another buzz.
Unknown Number: Left side. Look.
Her chest tightened,as her phone vibrated again,she checked and was shocked to see still yet another message from the same number.
Unknown Number: Don’t run.
Naomi’s fingers trembled on the phone.
“…Lewiston?” she whispered.
“Lew… who?” Beauty’s eyes widened as she stepped into the kitchen with a tray of dishes food.
Naomi didn’t answer. Another message slid in.
Unknown Number: Good girl.
Naomi’s knees nearly buckled. She gripped the counter, trying to steady herself.
Gerard noticed immediately. “Naomi?”
She forced her eyes up, masking panic with a shaky laugh. “I… I’m fine,” she said.
Beauty hovered silently, glancing between Naomi and Gerard. She wanted to help Naomi, but her crush on Gerard made her tongue-tied.
Naomi’s chest tightened further. She couldn’t let anyone see how rattled she was.
And in the back of her mind, one thought loomed:
‘He isn’t far… and he’s always watching.’
___
{NEXT•DAY}
[•REMOTE TOWN, AMERICA•]
The town was empty and forgotten. Streets cracked. Buildings leaning. Windows like empty eyes staring into nothing.
Here,day felt like night. One wouldn't know if it was morning or night.
Inside one old building, a figure moved. A long cloak covered him. His face hidden in the shadows. No one knew what he looked like.
He was dangerous. Wicked. He loved to watch.
Tonight, he watched Naomi.
A broken TV flickered. It showed news about Naomi—her surviving everything, her coming book, and her wedding. All on the same day.
The faceless man leaned forward. Fingers brushing dust from the table. His voice is dry, soft.
“She grows stronger… even with danger on all sides,” he hissed. “And she smiles.”
He turned to his wall of papers and screens. Photos, articles, messages. He knew everything—every move, every friend, every secret.
His mind drifted back… five years ago.
He had first seen Naomi at the park, with Lewiston. They were lovers—bright, young, untouchable. Naomi had been in Lewiston’s arms, laughing, happy, like nothing could hurt her.
He remembered following her that day, unseen. She had left Lewiston briefly, going to be alone. That was when their relationship began to scatter.
He saw her stumble into uncertainty. Lewiston unaware. Naomi trying to hold onto love, but slipping through the cracks of fate.
And he watched it all. Every tear she shed. Every secret fear she hid. Every moment she began to break apart.
That memory had stayed with him. Fuel. Patience. Hate.
His plans now were to,
To ruin her wedding and book release.
To use her friends and family, turning loyalty into fear.
To make her feel scared, powerless, and alone.
To wait in the shadows, striking when she least expects it.
Since he didn't succeed with poisoning her daughter,he must succeed with his remaining plans.
He walked slowly in the room. Cloak brushing the floor. “She thinks she can survive. She thinks she can win.”
On the table, small vials and strange devices glinted in dim light. He touched them softly. “No one escapes me. Not her.”
The wind howled outside, rattling old windows. Inside, he tilted his head under the hood.
He was ready.
Naomi’s wedding and book release were coming. He would be there. Watching. Waiting.
“Soon…” he whispered. “Soon, it all falls apart.”
Maybe,just maybe it was time to reveal his face.
____
[•DEATH•VILLA•]
Ruth’s head hung low. Her body felt heavy, her mind still foggy. The sterile smell of the infirmary filled her nostrils. Machines beeped softly around her.
She opened her eyes and froze.
Her hair… short, stiff, fake. Not hers. She ran her fingers through it, shock tightening her chest.
A cold, familiar voice came from the corner.
“You’re awake,” said Death. Calm. Cold. Familiar.
A gasp left her chapped lip as her eyes widened with fear.
“I… Death, I—I didn’t mean to—” Her voice trembled with fear and regret, but there was also pride in the edge of it.
“I acted without telling you. I… I thought I could manage.”
Death stepped closer. Shadows seemed to cling to him. His eyes, sharp and piercing, softened slightly—not much, but enough.
“You know the rules,” he said quietly. “You should not have moved without my word,and you'd be punished.”
“I know,” Ruth whispered, bowing her head.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to fail… I just… I couldn’t wait—”
“And now what? You've lost everything,including your only family. You killed your father yourself Ruth,you murdered him. Just the same way you caused your mother's death. The only difference is there's no one to blame for your dad's death,or you'd blame Naomi for your dad's death the same way you blamed her for your mother's death?” Death cut her off,his voice dripping with suppressed annoyance.
Death regarded her silently for a long moment.
“You’ve grown… but reckless as ever,” he said. “I expected nothing less.”
Ruth swallowed, fear and respect mingling in her chest.
“I… I am grateful,” she said softly. “For keeping me alive. For giving me… purpose.”
Death’s shadow shifted near the window. “The purpose is yours to honor, Ruth. Never forget it.”
Before she could answer, the door creaked. Lewiston stepped in. His presence filled the room, dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
His eyes locked on Ruth. They were sharp, almost predatory. Rage simmered just below the surface—he wanted to choke her, punish her, kill her for touching Naomi.
Ruth’s gaze dropped immediately, sensing both threat and faint protection. “Lewiston…” she whispered, voice low. “I… I had to. I didn’t mean to… go without…”
Lewiston stepped closer, his stare piercing her like a blade, yet his tone was controlled, calm—but cold. “I know. Death knows. You did what you had to. But… you touch Naomi again without telling me, and you’ll regret it.”
Ruth bowed slightly, fear, respect, and a hint of pride in her tone. “Yes… I understand. I won’t fail. I’ll do what’s necessary.”
Death’s voice cut softly from the corner. “Good. That is all I ask. Follow the path, Ruth. Loyalty and courage must outweigh pride and impulse.”
Ruth clenched her fists, fire and determination returning. “I understand,” she said firmly. “I’ll face whatever comes… head-on.”
Lewiston’s eyes softened just fractionally for a moment—anger still there, but care hidden beneath. “…Good. That’s the Ruth I know.”
Death stepped back, silent approval in his stance. The room felt heavy, thick with tension, but Ruth felt purpose and power stir inside her again, and despite the promise not to touch Naomi again,she made a vow to kill Naomi herself when the time comes. For now,she has to keep her head low.
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[•N•M•C LIBRARY•]
“But we kissed!” Bet’s hurt voice cracked through the cafeteria air.
Silas stood opposite her, hands in his pockets, jaw tight.
“Bet… you’re acting like that kiss meant something real. You were the one that started everything.”
Bet blinked hard, eyes hot. “Started what? You didn’t stop me, Silas. You kissed me back.”
Silas shook his head slowly. “Because you pushed it. Because you made it a game. You kept dragging it on like it was nothing.”
“So it’s my fault now?” Bet scoffed, stepping closer.
“Yes,” Silas said plainly.
“That misunderstanding between me and Caramel? All of it came from you. You kept playing around, you kept pushing boundaries, and she saw it.”
Bet’s throat bobbed. “I just— I didn’t know she’d take it that way.”
“You didn’t care,” Silas corrected. “And now you’re acting shocked because I asked her out.”
Bet’s eyes widened. “You really asked her out? For real?”
Silas nodded once. “Yeah. And she hasn’t answered me yet… but I meant it.”
Bet swallowed, frustration rising. “So what do you want from me now? Why are you even here talking to me?”
Silas sighed. “To end the game, Bet. That’s all. We stop everything. No more flirting, no more fake stuff, no more kissing. It’s done.”
Bet stared at him, breathing unevenly. “You’re… serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
Her lips trembled. “But… Why do you make it sound like I ruined everything?”
“Because you kind of did,” Silas replied calmly. “You confused her. You confused yourself. You confused me. And now I’m trying to fix it.”
Bet shook her head slowly, stepping even closer. “If you’re so sure… Why are you telling me all this so gently? Why not just walk away?”
Silas exhaled, eyes closing briefly. “Because you’re still my friend. And I don’t want to hurt you. But you have to stop.”
Bet’s eyes softened for a second… then tightened again.
“I can remind you how it felt,” she whispered, leaning toward him slightly.
Silas stepped back immediately. “Don’t,” he warned, voice low. “That’s what messed everything up the first time.”
Bet’s lips parted. “Silas—”
“No,” he cut in. “Let it go. I’m not falling into that again.”
Bet stared at him, heart pounding, but she slowly lowered her hand.
“Is this really because of her?” she asked quietly.
“This is because I like her,” Silas said honestly. “And because you and I were never something real. You know that.”
Bet swallowed hard, face falling for the first time. “So… we’re done.”
“The game is done,” he corrected. “We’re still cool. Just stop crossing the line.”
Bet stared at him a long moment, then nodded stiffly.
“…Fine.”
Silas gave her one last look—firm but not unkind—then walked away, leaving Bet speechless, angry… and a little heartbroken.
Just when Bet was about to explode with the series of emotions playing in her head at once, Caramel appeared from the other side of the cafeteria, clapping slowly, deliberately, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Well, well, well…” she drawled, eyes flicking to Bet.
“Didn’t think you’d survive the week without falling apart completely.”
Bet spun around, face flushed, fists clenched. “Caramel! What are you—?”
“Oh, don’t be so shocked, sweetheart,” Caramel interrupted, tilting her head mockingly. “I’m just concerned. Poor thing, all hurt and confused because your little games didn’t work.”
She feigned a shudder, placing a hand over her chest. “Oh, how tragic.”
“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you? Sitting there, all smug with Silas… pretending you don’t know what you’re doing.” Bet said,teeth gritted hard.
Caramel’s smirk widened. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. Unlike some people.”
She clapped her hands again, soft and mocking. “Really, Bet… you should be thanking me. I saved you from making an even bigger fool of yourself. Honestly, watching you flail? Heartbreaking.”
“You… you—” Bet stammered, face red, trying to get a word out.
“Oh, shush,” Caramel said, leaning back against a table, arms crossed. “No need to struggle. I can see it all over your face—hurt, confusion, jealousy. Poor Bet. Can’t even handle a simple truth.”
“Jealousy? You think I’m jealous? I’m not! I—” Her hands shook.
Caramel interrupted with a laugh, dripping with fake pity. “Not jealous? Oh, please. Don’t try to lie to me. You heard him and now you’re mad, upset, and completely powerless. It’s almost adorable.”
Bet lunged forward slightly, fists trembling.
“You… you’re disgusting. You always have to make it about you, don’t you? About how clever and untouchable you are!”
Caramel tilted her head, eyes glittering. “Untouchable? Oh no, sweetie… I’m very touchable. But only by the one who matters.” She let her gaze drift to Silas, who was almost out of the cafeteria, then back to Bet.
“And that’s not you. You’re just… collateral damage. Sad, pathetic little collateral.” She dropped.
Bet’s chest heaved, her voice low and dangerous.
“You… you think this is a game? That you can just laugh at people? You… I—”
Caramel clapped again, soft and mocking. “Bravo! So fiery! But honestly, it’s exhausting to watch someone so desperate try to play a role they’re already too late for.”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a fake whisper. “And Silas? He’s mine. Not yours. Not Bet’s. Mine. I’d say sorry, but… really, can I? No.”
Bet’s eyes burned with fury. “You… you’re impossible. I hate you!”
Caramel gave a theatrical sigh. “Hate me? Oh, darling, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week. Truly, I’ll treasure it forever.”
Bet growled, spinning around, shoulders tight, fists trembling. “I’m not done with you!”
Caramel clapped one last time and turned to leave, still smirking. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I really am.”
Caramel laughed at her face again,and went after Silas.
Bet glared after her, chest heaving, lips pressed tight, still trembling with anger and humiliation.
[•SILAS•OFFICE~NOON•]
Caramel pushed the door open quietly, her hands trembling slightly. Silas was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp, waiting.
“I… I came,” she said softly, voice almost a whisper.
Silas raised an eyebrow, calm but intense. “Came for what?”
She took a deep breath, stepping closer. “To… to tell you. I… I’ll be your girlfriend. I don’t want to hide it anymore.”
Silas’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but his voice stayed steady. “Are you sure?”
She nodded quickly, tears threatening to spill. “Yes. I… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried. I thought I was protecting myself, but… I don’t want to anymore.”
He stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. “You know, I’ve waited for this.”
Her heart pounded, but she tried to hide it. “I… I didn’t know if you… if you meant it. With me, I mean. I thought… maybe you were just—”
“Playing?” he interrupted gently, cupping her face. “No. Bet was nothing. She was just… a distraction. You’re the one I care about. You’ve been the one all along.”
Her chest tightened, and tears slipped down her cheeks. “I… I didn’t know I’d feel this way. I didn’t expect… I never thought I could feel this…”
Silas shook his head slowly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I’ve seen it all along, Caramel. You don’t have to hide it from me anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”
She closed her eyes, letting herself feel it for the first time. “I… I want this. I want us.”
“Then we’ll have it,” he whispered, a soft but firm smile on his lips. “One step at a time. I’m yours now, if you’ll have me.”
Her lips trembled, and she nodded, letting herself fall into the warmth of the moment. “I… I have you.”
Silas took her hand gently, holding it like a promise. “And I’ll never let you go.”
With that, he kissed her. Slowly, as if testing the moment, letting each second linger. His hand cupped her cheek gently, and she melted into him, letting herself finally feel the warmth and certainty she’d been denying for so long.
Her heart raced, breaths mingling, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them. She pressed closer, resting her hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath her palms.
Silas pulled back just slightly, forehead resting against hers, eyes soft but intense.
“You’re mine, Caramel,” he whispered.
She let out a shaky breath, tears brimming, a small, vulnerable smile forming. “I’m yours,” she replied, voice barely audible but full of truth.
___
[•UNDERGROUND•PARKING•LOT•11pm•]
Naomi rubbed her eyes as she stepped into the underground parking lot. It was late, too late. The place was almost empty — just dim lights, long shadows, and the echo of her own footsteps.
She reached for her keys in her bag…she didn't realize it was so late before she left the library. She's been too busy these days.
Then she froze.
Right there, on the same old concrete pillar
the exact spot she’d seen something a month ago,
was fresh writing.
Red. Wet.
Blood.
Her heart kicked hard in her chest.
She moved closer, slowly… carefully… like the air itself had turned cold.
The words were messy, dragged, carved almost:
“Nami…
I haven’t forgotten you.
You think you’re safe?
I’m coming.”
Her breath hitched.
She stepped back, hand shaking, eyes wide. Her mind jumped — Lewiston? No… this wasn’t his style. This was something else. Something darker.
A drop of blood slid down the pillar, slow and sticky.
The smell hit her.
Real blood.
Real danger.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked around the empty lot — every shadow suddenly felt like someone watching her.
“N-No… not again…” she whispered.
Her keys slipped from her hand and clattered on the ground.
She didn’t pick them up right away.
She couldn’t move.
The message stared back at her, loud in her mind.
Meanwhile….,
Cassian leaned in the shadows, barely visible. His dark honey eyes never left Naomi as she stared at the blood-stained words.
Silent. Invisible. Always watching.
He pulled out his phone, fingers quick, precise.
“Sir,” he typed, calm and low. “Naomi is at the underground parking lot. The blood message is still visible. She saw it. She’s frozen.”
He didn’t wait. Cassian knew Lewiston would need the information immediately.
Seconds later, a response came through.
Lewiston’s message was short.
“Stay hidden. Watch everything. Report movement. Do not intervene unless I order it.”
Cassian nodded slightly, even though Lewiston couldn’t see him. He had learned the game long ago—observe, report, disappear.
Naomi’s fingers trembled as she reached for her keys again, unsure if she wanted to touch them. Her pulse raced. Fear had her frozen, but her instincts screamed to run.
Cassian’s eyes narrowed under the shadow of his hood. He stayed perfectly still, noting every twitch, every glance, every heartbeat.
“She doesn’t know who left it… yet,” he murmured softly, voice barely audible.
And then, as always, he melted back into the shadows, watching, waiting, invisible.
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