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28Serena couldn’t believe what was happening. The whispers, the stares, the judgmental glares—she felt suffocated. It was more than a nightmare come true; it was a living hell. Her phone buzzed constantly with cruel messages, and everywhere she went, people seemed to turn their backs on her.As she walked through the quad, a group of girls nearby snickered loudly. One of them, a tall brunette with piercing blue eyes, caught her attention."Look who it is," the girl said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Serena, the campus slut. I didn’t think you'd actually have the nerve to show your face today."Serena froze, her chest tightening. "Excuse me?""Oh, don’t act all innocent," another girl chimed in, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "We all saw the post. Cheating on Allvar with Derek? And what's more plotting against him? First with corrupting companies then with that stupid anonymous post. Pathetic.""I didn’t—" Serena started, her voice shaking, but they cut her off."Sav
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29Allvar tossed his phone aside, a smug grin stretching across his face as he leaned back against his pillows. He felt a rush of satisfaction course through him, the kind of vindication he'd been craving for months. 'Serena is finally paying for everything,' he thought, his fingers drumming against the bedframe. Every lie, every betrayal—it was all coming back to bite her.He stood up and paced the room, unable to contain his excitement. His mind raced with memories of all the sacrifices he’d made for Serena. He’d given her everything: his time, his love, his loyalty. And how did she repay him? By plotting against him with Derek, dragging his name through the mud, and humiliating him in front of the entire campus. But now, she was the one in the spotlight, and it wasn’t flattering. The entire campus was laughing at her now.“Ungrateful bitch,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. Allvar thought back to the late nights he spent waiting for her, the arguments they had wh
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30Derek ran a hand through his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the grand office as his father, Victor Hawthorne, sat behind his massive mahogany desk, watching him with a cold, calculating gaze. The silence between them stretched on until Victor finally broke it.“You’re getting sloppy, Derek,” Victor said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. “I told you before, we don’t move until the plan is airtight. Now look at the mess you’ve created.”Derek spun around, his expression defiant. “I had everything under control. Allvar was supposed to be dealt with. If it wasn’t for Tom screwing up—"Victor slammed his hand on the desk, cutting Derek off mid-sentence. “Enough with the excuses! You think you can pin this on Tom? This disaster is your responsibility, and now our family’s reputation is hanging by a thread.”Derek’s fists clenched at his sides. “Allvar had it coming! He’s been undermining us for months, playing everyone like fools. I co
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31The next day, Allvar arrived at Waterfall Corporation, still shaken by the events of the last time he has been there. Marcus Vale's dismissal. He entered the sleek, modern building, feeling the weight of the rumors swirling around him. As he stepped into the elevator, he straightened his jacket, trying to focus on what lay ahead.When he reached the executive floor, Eleanor was already waiting for him in her office. She motioned for him to sit across from her. Her sharp eyes studied him closely, though there was a touch of warmth in her voice.“Mr. Falck,” she began, “I’ve been thinking about where you’ll fit best in this company. What kind of role do you see yourself in?”Allvar hesitated. “I don’t want anything too big, Ms. Westwood. Just something where I can contribute and grow, nothing that draws too much attention.”Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “Not too big? You’re selling yourself short.”He shifted uncomfortably. “I think it’s best, given... well, the circumstances. I don’t
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32The room fell silent as Eleanor’s words sank in. A few board members exchanged glances, some raising their eyebrows in surprise, while others kept their expressions carefully neutral. Allvar could sense the tension in the air, but he stood tall, determined not to let it show.One of the older board members, a man with silver hair and a sharp gaze, was the first to speak. "Mr. Falck," he said, his tone even but edged with skepticism, "you’ve been with us for—what? A few days? And now you’re heading our most critical project?"Allvar cleared his throat, meeting the man's eyes. "Yes, sir. I understand this might seem sudden, but I assure you I’m up for the challenge.""Challenge?" A woman with a sharp voice interjected from the other side of the table. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "This isn’t just any project, Mr. Falck. It’s the cornerstone of our future growth. We need more than assurances. We need results."Eleanor stepped in, her voice calm but firm. "You’ll get results
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33A week later,As Allvar walked down the sleek, glass-paneled hallways of Waterfall Corporation, he couldn’t help but notice the sudden hush that seemed to follow him. Small groups of employees, gathered near the water cooler or in break areas, would go quiet the moment they saw him approach, only for the whispers to pick up again once he passed. He didn’t have to strain his ears to catch snippets of the conversation—it was loud enough.“Can you believe it?” one woman muttered, her voice dripping with disbelief. “The guy’s only been here for what, a week? And now he’s heading our biggest project?”Her colleague, a tall man with a heavy sigh, shook his head. “Yeah, and did you hear about Marcus Vale? Fired because of some ‘ethics violation’? Rumor has it, Allvar had something to do with that.”“No surprise there,” another voice chimed in, a touch more bitter. “The CEO practically fawns over him. It’s like he’s her new golden boy.”Allvar’s grip on the files in his hand tightened as
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34A few days later, Allvar arranged a meeting with the team from his department to discuss the upcoming project. As he approached the glass-walled meeting room, he could already feel the disdainful stares boring into him through the transparent panels. Dressed in a simple gray T-shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of plain sneakers, he knew his outfit would draw attention—especially from people who judged worth by appearances.When he walked in, the whispering started immediately. No one even bothered to stand up to greet him as their superior. Allvar’s jaw tightened. He could hear the snickers, the faint muttering of sarcastic comments under their breath.“Is that our boss?” a man near the end of the table mumbled to his colleague, barely containing his laughter. “I thought they were letting in the janitor.”Another woman, sitting close to the front, smirked. “Who knew casual Friday applied to every day for him?”Allvar clenched his fists, his patience thinning as the group continued to
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35Allvar’s patience snapped. He took a step forward, his voice cold, his eyes fixed on the woman. "I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’m telling you to get rid of it. Now."The woman’s smirk deepened, her defiance on full display as she leaned forward slightly, her gaze unwavering. "Or what?" she asked once again, her voice dripping with challenge. Her eyes flicked to the others in the room, gauging their reactions. She wanted their approval. She wanted to be seen as the baddie who didn’t bow to authority.Someone from the back, clearly entertained, chimed in with a snicker, "Yeah, boss. Let her chew. It’s just gum. What’s the big deal?""This is a professional meeting, and it’s disrespectful. So, get ride of it!" He ordered.Encouraged by the support, she grinned wider, popping another bubble, louder this time. "See? No one else cares," she drawled, glancing around the room. "We’re all professionals here. Right?"A few chuckles erupted around the table, with several of her coll
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298Allvar didn’t answer right away. His mind was working, trying to come up with a way out, a plan, anything. But the truth was, he wasn’t sure he could escape. The pain from the slap still throbbed in his jaw, and the ropes around his wrists were too tight to slip free from. His muscles burned, his body heavy with fatigue from the earlier struggles.Tobias waited, watching him carefully. “Nothing to say? Interesting.”Allvar glared at him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His thoughts raced, trying to formulate a plan. But Tobias’s mocking gaze made it hard to focus. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together.“You’re not going to win,” Allvar said quietly, though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed it himself. “This will end. It always does.”Tobias chuckled darkly, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”Allvar couldn’t help but snap. The frustration, the anger, it all welled up inside of him. “Why don’t you just get it o
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297The stocky man shrugged. “Told you. He’s—”Without warning, Tobias slapped Allvar across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the warehouse. Allvar’s head snapped to the side, and a groan escaped his lips. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.“There he is,” Tobias said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. He crouched down again, grabbing Allvar by the chin and forcing him to look up. “Welcome back, Allvar. Did you have a nice nap?”Allvar winced, his jaw throbbing from the slap. He tried to pull away, but Tobias’s grip tightened. “Go to hell,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.Tobias chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ve got some fight left in you. Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”The tall man and the stocky one snickered behind him, but Tobias silenced them with a sharp look. “You two—stand back. I’ll handle this.”They nodded quickly, retreating a few steps but staying close enough to watch.Tobias turned his attention back to Allvar, his expression turning
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296The group moved quickly through the damp alley, their prisoner slumped between the tall man and the stocky one. Allvar’s body hung limply, his head drooping as though unconscious. His feet dragged against the ground, leaving faint streaks of blood in their wake. The men didn’t seem to care, their focus solely on bringing him to Tobias."Pick up the pace," the tall man growled, his voice sharp with irritation. His eyes darted ahead, scanning the darkened alley for any signs of danger. "Boss doesn’t like waiting."The stocky man grunted in annoyance. "What’s the rush? He’s not going anywhere. Look at him—barely breathing.""Yeah? And whose fault will it be if he dies before Tobias gets a word out of him?" the tall man snapped, shooting his partner a glare that could cut through steel. His grip tightened on Allvar’s arm as if to emphasize the point.The stocky man let out an exasperated sigh but said nothing. "Not my problem," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes flicked to
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295“Careful,” the tall man said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t want him bleeding out before Tobias sees him.”Weston chuckled, shaking Allvar’s limp arm. “Bleeding out?” he scoffed. “Look at him. He’s practically swimming in his own blood already. Tobias’ll think we hit a slaughterhouse on the way.”Allvar could barely make out their words through the haze of pain, his vision blurring in and out. His muscles trembled, but he held on, fighting against the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. He clenched his teeth and managed to grunt, though his words came out in a painful rasp. “You… won’t win,” he hissed, barely audible, but enough to taunt them.The tall man stopped in his tracks, turning to lean down toward Allvar. He moved slowly, his breath hot and foul against Allvar’s ear as he whispered. “Win?” The man’s voice was thick with amusement. “Oh, Allvar, we already have. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”Weston snorted behind him, clearly enjoying the
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294The sound of heavy boots brought Allvar back from the brink of unconsciousness. His body felt like it was being torn apart, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his limbs. His skin was slick with sweat, his breath ragged and shallow. He stirred slightly, barely able to move, and his surroundings swam in and out of focus.The storage closet was still cloaked in darkness, a suffocating void of silence and pain. Allvar tried to push himself up, but his strength failed him. His head was pounding, and his body was weak from the beating he had taken earlier. He could hear the footsteps now, their rhythm echoing through the narrow space. The voices outside were unmistakably closer, too close.“Check that door again,” barked one of the men, his voice sharp with authority.“All right, all right,” came the response, gruff and impatient. “You checked it five minutes ago, Holt. He’s not Houdini. He’s not gonna vanish into thin air.”“You checked it, but you didn’t check it right
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293Desperation coursed through him, pushing him forward once more, despite the pain, despite the blood dripping down his side. Every movement burned, but stopping wasn’t an option. His breaths came short and fast, his chest heaving with the effort.“It’s not… it’s not far…” Allvar rasped, though he knew he was lying to himself. His body was failing him, and he could feel it. He was slowing down, his legs refusing to carry him any further. Every step felt like an eternity, his boots dragging against the uneven pavement.A voice in his head screamed at him to stop, to rest, to let the pain win. But he shook his head violently, gritting his teeth. "No… not yet," he hissed, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.The narrow alley stretched endlessly ahead of him, the shadows swallowing the dim light of the flickering streetlamps. The air smelled of damp concrete and rot, and the walls seemed to close in tighter with every step he took.“Where is it?” he mutte
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292Allvar’s legs screamed in agony as he forced himself to move, each step like a hot iron being driven into his muscles. The bleeding from the stab wound in his side had slowed to a steady trickle, but the pain was unbearable, gnawing at him with every breath. He could feel the blood soaking into his shirt, warm and sticky, as it ran down his torso.He had to keep going.“Move, damn it,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. “Just one more step. One more…”But his body wasn’t listening. Each movement felt heavier, slower. Tobias’s men were closing in, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alleyways like death’s march. He couldn’t afford to stop, couldn’t let them get close enough to see the blood. If they saw it, they’d know how weak he was.Allvar glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the darkened streets. “Where the hell are they?” he whispered, his voice trembling. The night was too quiet. He could hear his own heart pounding, erratic and loud, in his ears
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291“They’re getting closer,” Allvar repeated, his voice laced with desperation as he stumbled forward, his gaze darting over his shoulder. The faint echo of footsteps reverberated in the cold night air, sending a shiver down his spine. His stomach churned as the realization hit him—Tobias’s men were closing in, and his options were running out.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. “I can’t let him win. Not like this.”The sound of footsteps grew louder, more distinct. Allvar’s eyes darted to the left, then the right, scanning the maze of narrow alleyways and shadowed buildings. Every pathway seemed to stretch into endless darkness, and every corner felt like a potential ambush. He forced himself to make a choice, lunging toward a dimly lit alley to his left.“You’re wasting time,” he hissed to himself. “Move, Allvar. Move!”His boots pounded against the uneven ground as he sprinted forward, his breaths ragged and sharp in the icy air. His heart hammer
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290The men scrambled to comply, their fear propelling them into action. But Tobias wasn’t finished. His eyes locked onto one of them, the closest to him, as he advanced slowly, his footsteps deliberate and menacing.“You,” Tobias spat, his voice like ice. “You were supposed to keep him contained. What the hell happened?”The man’s breath hitched as he swallowed hard, eyes darting nervously. “I—I’m sorry, Tobias,” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back, his body tense, as though he were anticipating the strike. “We didn’t—”Before the man could finish, Tobias’s hand shot out, the blade flashing in the low light. He didn’t hesitate. The knife buried itself deep into the man’s neck with a sickening sound, blood spraying across the floor. A gurgling sound escaped the man’s throat as he collapsed to the ground, his hands twitching desperately in his final moments.The remaining men froze, their eyes wide in horror. The air in the room thickened, filled with the scent of blood and terro
