Mary Moore
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'That guy knows how to talk and it makes me forget the important question.' I let out a sigh, walking through the hallways to Yul's quarters. 'I will ask him tomorrow if I had the time.' Heliot might be a strange man who acted and decide logically. His straightforward personality was something that made him a little more trustworthy. So, I knew he had his own reasons. Shortly after, I reached Yul's chambers. I took a deep breath, knocking on the door, and waited for it to open. Heliot wasn't wrong…
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"Heliot, I wish that there will be a day when you smile for no reason, feel sad for an unknown reason, get angry in someone else stead, and feel fear with just a mere thought of losing something important. I hope there will be a day you feel alive." For the past eight months, Heliot had been an excellent ally and a friend. I knew Heliot would kill me, not because he hated me. He would kill me because it was necessary — no more, no less.? There was no reason for me to live that long without Sam. That…
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Five days had passed by in a blur. As expected, the chaos that transpired gave me a headache and more work until it was resolved and everyone had calmed down. Not that I was complaining about the added work, as slaving away to kill time was just what I needed. Still, one week felt rather long. "Ughh..." I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning back, eyes closed. "You're strangely welcoming with all this," Yul commented on the side. Even without seeing his face, I knew he was staring at me with doubt…
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"Goodness!" "Your Grace..." Gasped and worry welcomed me as soon as I returned to the duchy. Silvia and Yul gazed at me from head to toe, pupils constricting while some servants covered their gaped mouths with their palms. A sigh slipped past my lips, strutting inside the foyer. "Don't mind me. Run me a bath. Yul, Sivi, follow me." My tone was cold as I didn't falter in my steps. "Oh, right!" I halted, pivoting my heel to face Heliot.. "Rest first, Your Highness. I will see you later."…
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"My death is all part of the plan. Didn't I tell you? Keep your eyes closed and mind open and don't trust me so blindly. I know you will get hurt once you figure out the entire plan Fabian and I cooked up behind everyone's back." There was a long moment of silence between us. All I could do was stare at him, barely blinking as he planted his palm on the mattress, sitting up lazily. "I had set up the stage for a beautiful theater act; poured out my artistic passion into the script and its noble…
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Heliot snapped his eyes as he slowed down. What was ahead of him was a derelict mansion that seemed no one had visited for years. He trotted his way through the broken, rusting gates. Looking around, withered leaves from all the passing season crisped under the steed's sole. Yet, that didn't bother him as he set his eyes on the grey and gloomy old mansion. "Thank you," He said, petting the horse as he dismounted it. Heliot tied the horse to one pillar of the mansion's porch. There wasn't a sense of…
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Meanwhile, Heliot galloped his way through the rocky path in one town in Whistlebird. The night breeze grew harsher as his eyes glinted sharply. While he was staring ahead, his mind traced back to the first time he had a conversation with Lilou. That time he had visited Grimsbanne for the first time before he left the Capital after the founding celebration. "Prince Heliot, I believed you have a motive in requesting me to lead this negotiation," she said as soon as she sat down across from him. He gazed…
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I don't know how many times we did it. If I didn't ask him for mercy, he would continue this for an entire month. That was what he said; a month of doing nothing but that. "Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance. "No." I shook my head, resting my head on his chest, and I moved closer to him. My leg rested over him while his hand caressed my back gently. "What are you thinking?" I didn't reply immediately, biting my lower lip and drew circles on his chest. "You." "What…
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"Tonight, I'm all yours." "Not just tonight." He brushed the tip of his nose against mine, tilting his head. "You are trapped with me... forever." His words cut me through me like a knife, but I still smiled, accepting his lips with eyes closed. I guessed he was right.. Letting go of this delusion would kill me. I barely survived his death and knew that this person was simply giving me a taste of Sam. I couldn't just go back again. "I love you, Lilou. More than my own, I love you," he whispered…
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I knew he wasn't Sam, but his actions, his every kiss, it didn't even feel sensual, more like heartwarming. He also knew what to say and do things in perfect time. Like magic, all the rage I felt for him for using my husband's face vanished. I was grateful, but as well... pathetic. For breaking my own rules, for falling for someone who resembled my husband's soul, and just for simply letting him do whatever he wanted to do with me, I condemned myself. But I had sinned enough, so sinning once more…
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