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Eternal Veins: Bound by Blood and Love

"Why all this darkness?" It has been haunting my mind for an eternity. I've treaded through its depths for a while now, yet I hold onto the conviction that there's always a glimmer of light at the end of every daunting tunnel. I keep moving forward until I finally come across an old castle, its darkness as impenetrable as ever. I recognize this place as the recurring backdrop of my dreams. This is where the vision always halts, the vision that's been with me since I was a 16-year-old girl. And now, as a mature woman, I've decided that today is the day I'll step inside that ancient castle, seeking answers to the mysteries that have plagued me. ..................................... "Now that you know who I am... do you still hold love for me?" His voice is calm, his expression unreadable. "Yes, I still love you," I respond, my heart unwavering. "No matter your identity, my heart remains bound to you. I yearn to spend the rest of my days wrapped in your embrace."

Goldenheart001 · Fantasy
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48 Chs

chapter 20 cheating girlfriend

**Jessy's POV**

The sun rose as usual, and an inexplicable feeling of missing home washed over me. Home, though it felt like a cage, held an irreplaceable place in my heart. I yearned to return, but before I could even contemplate going back, I needed assurance that my life was no longer in danger. I had to break free from the turmoil that surrounded me, and to do that, I needed the help of Mr. Lucas.

He was the one person who could offer guidance and support beyond others. Gaining his trust and making him feel comfortable around me was crucial if I wanted him to share his knowledge and convince the police to take over. Once that happened, I'd finally be safe and free from worry. The thought of it made me smile—a genuine smile that I hadn't expected. Perhaps this morning held the promise of a brighter day. I needed to set my plan in motion, and if Plan A faltered, there was always a Plan B. Dad and Mr. Alex could step in if necessary, although I dreaded the thought of what Dad might do if he discovered my association with Mr. Lucas.

"Miss Jessy," Miss Kelly entered, breaking my reverie. "He's ready for his morning exercise. Would you like to join him?"

I considered her question. "Would he be alright with that?"

Miss Kelly grinned mischievously. "You're already playing the part of a loyal girlfriend."

Flustered by her comment, I looked away, my cheeks flushed. She left, whispering something amusing, leaving me to gather myself. After a quick change into suitable attire, I admired my reflection, acknowledging my own beauty and curves. With renewed confidence, I headed out to meet Mr. Lucas.

And there he was, looking even more dashing and fit in his outfit. "Hey, I'll join you!" I called out, running towards him. However, his response was absent, his gaze fixed strangely upon me. A sense of unease crept over me as fear gnawed at my resolve. "Mr. Lucas, I'll join you," I repeated, hoping to break the silence. He remained silent, jogging off onto the street.

"Wait! Mr..." I trailed off, chasing after him, the gap between us widening. Finally, we were jogging side by side. I couldn't help but notice the curious glances of passersby, amused by our unexpected companionship. A smile tugged at my lips, but a sudden cough from him snapped me back to reality. Did he catch me smiling? The embarrassment hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Hey, wait!" I panted, struggling to keep up.

"What?" he responded coldly, his gaze piercing.

I looked at him in disbelief. "Would you like a ride? I mean, I can carry you," he offered casually.

Carry me? The idea was both surprising and tempting, leaving me momentarily speechless. I managed a shy nod. He chuckled, adding, "Mr. Alex wouldn't be thrilled to hear his girlfriend cheated on him."

"Cheated? Girlfriend?!" I sputtered in disbelief, taken aback by his audacity.

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