A divided heart

of the future. The luxury of the vehicle did nothing to ease her anxiety. The events that led u

ne, David was seen drinking with three of his friends: Daniel, Joseph, and Jeremiah. The atmosph

his dark brown eyes and intense gaze. He was a demigod in the music world, making girls tumble on their feet

with a certain finesse, drawing people into his orbit with an air of sophistication and charm. His atti

is extroverted nature, there was a warmth to Jeremiah that made everyone feel welcome. His infectious energy and charismatic perso

his head in a pitiful manner, feeling sorry for Grace. His tone was a mixture

with precision and perfection. Sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you add

rself in marriage when you can have beautiful chicks around you?” Jerem

subconsciously felt the temperature drop. Daniel couldn't help but be scared for Grace. The chan

tmosphere. But David shot him a terrifying gaze, and he almost choked on his drink. “Grace

in the end? How are you going to feel?” Shaking his head with contempt, he couldn’t hide his concern for Grace. Actually, Daniel saw Grace as a cold

s taste buds which made him look like the god of death, said, “I made my investig

and cold, devoid of any warmth or happiness. There were no balloons, no roses, no joyous characters—nothing to signify a new beginning. The air aro

hitching in her throat. The picture was unmistakable—it was her friend who had been dead for months. The sight sent a jolt of t

zation hit her like a ton of bricks, her mind reeling from the implications. She had hoped, despite eve

t sent waves of fear crashing over her. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, locked onto hers as he approached. She co

. His terrifying presence loomed over her as she realized there was no escape from the horror

eived was a cold smirk from David. She looked into his eyes and saw the unmasked hatred and spite

final moments, her mind raced, thinking of all the things she had left unsaid, all the dreams she had yet to fulfill. Her heart ache

d to gasp out, her v

vid replied, his voice as cold as

hing she saw was David’s face, a mask of cold, unyieldi

tion he thought he would feel was absent. Instead, there was a hollow emptiness, a vo

y, leaving behind the scene of his revenge, yet carrying with him the weight of his actions. The path he had chosen

ad only just begun,