Chapter 10 The dawn broke over Eliana Bennett’s small, soon-to-be-lost home. The morning was heavy with the scent of dew-soaked grass, but inside, the atmosphere was smothering, thick with despair. Eliana sat at the worn kitchen table, her honey-brown eyes scanning a crumpled notepad filled with frantic scribbles—phone numbers, addresses,

Chapter 9 The neon glow of Frank Bennett’s supermarket spilled across the cracked parking lot, drowning everything in a harsh, buzzing light. A restless crowd swarmed outside, murmuring like bees around a broken hive, their breath curling in the cold night air. Desperation clung to them like a second skin.

Chapter 8 The grand living room of Kenneth Holloway’s mansion felt like it was holding its breath. Chandeliers bathed everything in golden light, but there was no warmth left in the room—only a heavy grief that loomed over everyone like an ominous presence. Eliana Bennett knelt beside her father, Frank,

Chapter 7 The grand lounge of Eliana’s hostel glowed under golden lights, laughter and clinking glasses blending into a hazy blur as Eliana hurried towards the exit. Her cream dress brushed against her shaking legs, the delicate fabric catching and reflecting the warm chandelier light above. The diamond ring on

Chapter 6 The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall, arched windows of the private hostel, a grand, ivy-draped mansion where Eliana, Jason, and Sarai lived as college students. The golden light spilled across the shiny floors of the sprawling living room, glinting off the complex chandelier that hung like

Chapter 5 Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jason Asher’s penthouse, perched high above the bustling streets, the city skyline glittered like a king’s crown under the night sky. From up here the chaos below felt like a distant memory. The place screamed luxury—polished black marble floors that reflected the dim

Chapter 4 Three years ago, Eliana’s world began to shift in ways she couldn’t understand. It started subtly at first – her father coming home from work looking unusually pale, wiping sweat off his brow with trembling hands. Then came the fever. The kind that burned through him like wildfire,

Chapter 3 There was a time when life seemed to smile at Eliana with every breath she took. At twenty-two, she glided through life with the effortless grace of a queen who knew the world was already hers. Her curls were longer now, falling down her back in wild black

Chapter 2 Hyde Crescent. It looked like something pulled from a fairytale—and not the cheerful kind. Towering wrought-iron gates, manicured driveway, and a marble lion perched atop each gatepost, watching with stone-cold judgment. Frank stepped forward slowly, his boots far too loud on the polished brick walkway. Two guards emerged,

Chapter 1 “I hate this miserable life, Frank p> Mirabel’s shriek cracked the early morning calm, echoing like a scream in a canyon. The sun hadn’t yet broken fully over Brookend, but their tiny home was already ablaze with fury. “You hear me? I hate it! I hate this crumbling