’It is ti...’
I looked at the platform where the execution was to take place. The whole world was looking forward to it happening.
A gagged body was taken to the top of the platform, her limbs still and lifeless. Her dishevelled hair hid her face and her eyes were clouded over as well.
"Do you have any last words?"
The execution officer asked, but the female only looked at him with her tired eyes. And right in front of everyone, she broke down into a laugh.
"Ahahaha... you all don’t even realize... it’s all a show..."
Before she could finish, her head ca rolling off and her body was taken for testing. The world beca quiet as a criminal was put to rest.
"Goodbye, Miss Anabella. This ti, your charity will be put to good use."
I told the now dead woman, and as I walked back to the car. It was ti for to head ho with Damian now.
Damian t in the car and gestured for to sit in the front seat with him. He had chosen to drive today as well to make sure... our secret remained safe.
In the back car, the cloaked figure let out a sigh as she pulled her hood even higher.
"Are you sure this will be fine? That woman who died..."
"Was a criminal with a lot of child-related cris. No one will miss her or co for her. Now, Miss, I hope you recall that you are legally dead. You will be provided with a new identity and taken under our wing, but don’t think that this is the end."
Damian warned her and the woman nodded.
They pulled at a highly reputed mall and took a special elevator. It opened in an underground but high-tech area with a lot of comfort.
"What is this place?"
The cloaked woman asked and Damian answered her while reaching toward and keeping close.
"This is one of my businesses, so you don’t need to worry. I will have you et a ’special’ surgeon who will change your life."
My body froze a little at the term surgeon. I had no mories about the surgery I had been made to undergo to make my face change a bit, but I subconsciously still felt stiff.
I knew that the surgeon who ruined my life was not this one, but the fear of losing my identity once more made beco scared once more.
"Hey, what’s wrong?"
Damian asked with a concerned look in his eyes. It filled with warmth and I almost blurted out the truth to him about how I was... before I stopped myself.
Now was not the ti to be telling him the truth. We had gotten closer, but not enough to talk to each other about our deepest, darkest secrets. We still needed so ti for that.
"It’s nothing. I just... think it’s fascinating how you can change your whole life by going to a surgeon..." fascinating and disturbing at the sa ti.
My expression must not have matched my words because Damian gave an almost concerned look.
Before he could ask more, the surgeon ca out and took Anabella with him to the back room. This was going to require so ti, so Damian and I decided to head back ho.
Damian’s secretary was going to be responsible for Miss Anabella... well, Miss Clara now. She was going to get a new start, with a new na and identity.
Being in that space brought back bad mories for and all I wanted was to go to sleep.
But as soon as I entered the house, I felt soone else’s presence inside. My instincts told that I was in danger and I imdiately beca alert.
I was not the only one who sensed danger. Damian did as well, and he imdiately stood in front of as we entered the house.
"Oh my—! Aren’t you being too cautious with ? One would think that you are not happy to have here."
The female asked, pushing her cup of tea away. Her eyes briefly crossed over before she looked back at Damian. Damian tensed, not liking who this unnad female was, and I did not recognize her either.
"You... what are you doing here?"
His voice sounded strained, almost as if he was struggling to control himself. But the female in front of him did not seem to care about Damian’s actions.
She continued to drink her tea before her cup beca empty and she pushed it away from her. Her deep eyes looked past Damian and toward and I felt my breath hitch.
Damian imdiately noticed and positioned himself even better in front of .
"Go back to your room. I will call for you when I need you."
He told in a harsh voice. I had not seen him be this cold to anyti except when he first brought here. I did not want to leave him, but sothing about his gaze told that it would be better for to obey his words for now.
"Oh—! Who’s that? She looks cute. Can you tell more about her?"
The unnad female moved toward , only to be blocked by Damian.
"She is no one important. Now, what are you here for?"
That open rejection stung a lot. I did not want to be ’no one’ important to Damian, but I also did not know what to label our relationship beyond partners.
We were... fiancés on paper. But the female asking us about our relationship did not seem like one who could believe that. Nor did Damian want to tell her our fabricated lie.
In the end, I decided to head back to my room. But not before I took a look at what was happening downstairs.
Both Damian and the female were butting heads and sothing was about to happen.
Unfortunately, it was no longer any of my business.
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