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115Dylan exhaled sharply, his smirk vanishing as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “So let me get this straight,” he drawled. “You’re asking us to leave because he flashed a fancy card?”The waiter hesitated. “I understand this may seem unfair—”“Oh, it doesn’t seem unfair,” Olivia interrupted, her voice light but laced with venom. “It is unfair. You’re basically saying money talks, and we should just… what? Bow and scrape because Bobby here wants to feel important?”Bobby smirked, twirling the card between his fingers. “I mean, it’s common sense. People like you don’t belong in places like this.”Dylan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “People like me?” he echoed, his tone deceptively mild. “You mean people who don’t have to rely on a piece of plastic to feel superior?”Jane scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. You’re just bitter because you can’t afford this kind of status.”Olivia feigned a gasp, placing a hand over her chest. “Wow, Jane. You almost sounded smart for a
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116Dylan smirked, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence that only irritated Bobby further. “You know, Bobby, I’d almost feel bad for you,” he mused. “Imagine thinking a piece of plastic makes you important. That’s like a pigeon bragging about owning breadcrumbs.”Bobby’s face darkened, but Jane rolled her eyes. “Spare us the cheap analogies, Dylan. Olivia made a claim she can’t back up. That means you two need to leave.”Olivia merely hummed, tapping her nails against the table as if she had all the time in the world. “Oh, honey, you’re so eager to get rid of us,” she said sweetly. “Could it be because you know that if I did have my card, you’d look like a couple of clowns right now?”Jane scoffed. “You don’t have it, though.”Dylan let out a low chuckle. “You sound nervous, Jane. Almost like you’re afraid she’s telling the truth.”Bobby sneered. “She’s bluffing. If she really had it, she’d have shown it by now.”Olivia exhaled, rolling her shoulders back. “I’m not bluffi
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117Jane leaned back in her chair, unfazed by the fury burning in Dylan’s eyes. She tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Oh, relax, Dylan,” she said mockingly. “I was just stating the obvious. Molly is a burden, and deep down, you know it.”Dylan’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His chest rose and fell with barely contained rage. “You’re talking about your own daughter, Jane,” he spat. “Do you even hear yourself?”Jane rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t get all self-righteous with me,” she sneered. “You act like I abandoned her in the streets. She’s alive, isn’t she? Fed, clothed? That’s your job, isn’t it?”Olivia, who had been silent for the past few moments, let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Wow,” she mused, her tone dripping with disgust. “I knew you were selfish, Jane, but I didn’t think you were this heartless.”Jane turned her gaze to Olivia, her expression bored. “Oh, spare me the lecture,” she said flatly. “You don’t know the first thing about
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118Dylan’s fists clenched at his sides. His entire body was coiled tight, like a storm barely contained.Olivia reached for his arm. “Dylan,” she murmured, but it was too late.He turned back around, closing the distance between him and Jane in two long strides. “You really don’t feel anything, do you?” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous. “You’re not just selfish. You’re empty.”Jane smirked, tilting her head mockingly. “Oh, spare me, Dylan. I didn’t come here for a therapy session.”Dylan leaned in, close enough that Jane’s smirk flickered for half a second. “No, you came here to remind me why I was a damn fool to ever love you.”Jane arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Love?” she echoed, amused. “Is that what you think it was?”Olivia stepped forward before Dylan could respond, her voice cold as ice. “You talk a lot for someone who left her daughter without a second thought.”Jane turned her gaze to Olivia, giving her a slow once-over. “You’re still here?” she said lazi
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119Dylan didn’t turn around, but his jaw clenched so tightly it could have cracked. Olivia, however, exhaled slowly, gathering herself before pivoting on her heel.She met Jane’s gaze head-on, her expression unreadable. “You’re right,” she said smoothly.Jane blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”Olivia tilted her head slightly. “You’re right. Dylan will never love me the way he loved you.” Her lips curled into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Because love isn’t supposed to leave scars.”Dylan exhaled sharply, something shifting in his stance.Jane scoffed, but the slight tightening of her grip on the glass betrayed her. “Oh, please. Don’t act like some martyr, Olivia. You think you’re better than me just because you stuck around?”“No,” Olivia said simply. “I think I’m better than you because I care.”Jane’s eyes narrowed. “How noble.”“You wouldn’t understand,” Olivia said with a small shrug. “Because it takes actual strength to love someone unconditionally. And you? You
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120The slap hung in the air, its sting echoing through the restaurant like a thunderclap. Olivia’s hand slowly lowered, her fingers trembling from the force of her action, as she stood there, chest heaving. Jane, stunned, pressed a hand to her reddened cheek, her eyes wide with shock and fury.The entire restaurant had gone silent, the clinking of cutlery and murmurs dying as every gaze in the room shifted to the scene unfolding at the table. A few patrons whispered in disbelief, while others exchanged shocked glances, unsure if they’d just witnessed the kind of moment that would become a whispered story for years to come.“Did you just…?” Jane’s voice was a dangerous hiss, her anger building like a storm. Her gaze burned into Olivia, her lips curled in a snarl. “You slapped me?”Olivia didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Jane’s. “I won’t let you insult Dylan anymore,” she said, her voice cold but steady. “And I sure as hell won’t let you insult Molly. You’ve d
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121The tension in the restaurant was thick, the air heavy with judgmental murmurs and scandalized whispers. Jane, still clutching her burning cheek, let out a sharp laugh, though there was nothing humorous about it. Her eyes, gleaming with fury, locked onto Olivia’s with an almost predatory glare.“You really think you’ve won something here, Olivia?” she hissed, voice dripping with venom. “You’re pathetic. A desperate little fool playing the hero in a story where no one even asked for you.”Olivia’s expression didn’t waver. If anything, she looked even more determined. “I’d rather be a fool than a coward who hides behind insults and manipulation.”Jane’s nostrils flared. “You don’t know anything about me.”“I know enough,” Olivia shot back. “I know you’ve spent years treating people like toys, like they’re disposable. You push and push until they break, just so you can feel powerful. But you’re done, Jane. People see through you now.”Bobby, who had been standing off to the side, vis
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122The weight of Bobby’s declaration settled over the restaurant, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jane, still fuming, tilted her chin up, her expression a mixture of smug satisfaction and brewing vengeance.Dylan exhaled slowly, his patience wearing thin. He wasn’t one for pointless drama, but this? This was spiraling.“Bobby,” he said evenly, “you’re making a fool of yourself.”Bobby’s head snapped toward him, eyes burning. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” Dylan leaned back slightly, as if unfazed by Bobby’s outburst. “You’re standing here, throwing threats like you have the power to actually do something. What exactly are you going to file a complaint about? That Jane got called out for her behavior?”Jane scoffed. “Oh, please. You think you’re so above it all, don’t you?” She stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Dylan, you sit there acting all high and mighty, but don’t pretend like you’re not part of this circus. You’ve been quiet all this time—why? Because
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221: The Future in Flame “I wouldn’t have told you if I wasn’t.” Dylan nodded. “Then let’s burn the world down.” He typed the command. A loading bar began to climb. Lilith stepped up beside him and pulled a drive from her coat—sleek, unlabeled, humming softly. “My code’s on here,” she said. “It’ll mimic the framework of Ignis Core perfectly. I’ve even embedded some of your old code from before you joined Ash. They’ll think it’s legit. Familiar. But once it activates… recursive detonation.” She handed it to him. He plugged it in. The system blinked. Code spilled across the screen—lines upon lines of luminous, perfect deception. Lilith crossed her arms as she watched. “We’ve got one shot at this.” Dylan didn’t look away from the screen. “Then we make it count.” The lights dimmed for a moment as the system initiated a shadow crawl—spreading the false Ignis Core like a virus in slow motion. Unseen. Waiting. When it was done, Dylan stood back, eyes cold. “Now we wait for them
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220 Another pause. Then the faint sound of typing. “You want a paper trail?” “I want everything. Timeline?” “Standard turnaround is three days—” “Yesterday,” she cut in coldly. “I want to know everything.” The line stayed quiet for another beat, then the voice softened just a little. “Got it. I’ll be in touch.” Jane hung up before he could say anything else. She stood still for a moment, the city buzzing around her, oblivious. The ache in her cheek was fading now. But something else was forming beneath it. A plan. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. She might not have been the mother Molly needed—but she was still the sharpest weapon in the room. And it was time to cut through the lies. **** “God, that hurt,” Jane muttered under her breath, wincing as she touched her cheek again. Jane exhaled slowly, tucking the phone into her coat. Her fingers were trembling slightly, but not from fear. Anticipation. She turned to herself, muttering quietly, “Let them play the her
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219 Jane was a good actress.Always had been.The tears never came when they were supposed to, and yet she could conjure them on command. A trembling voice, a haunted look, a furious, grieving mother storming into the middle of someone else’s crisis like she owned it—she wore the mask well. She always had.She could remember the first time she learned how useful a lie could be. She was ten, maybe eleven. Her father had forgotten to pick her up from piano class. Again. When she walked home alone, cold and soaked from the rain, her mother demanded to know why she hadn’t called.“I dropped the phone,” Jane had said. “It broke.”Not true. Not even close.But her mother had sighed, pulled her into a towel, and mumbled something about how her father never remembered the important things. That day, Jane realized that people didn’t want the truth. They wanted a version of it they could live with.Molly’s disappearance? Tragic, yes. Maddening, of course. But gut-wrenching?Not exactly.She fe
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218Her cheek was on fire.The skin throbbed beneath her fingertips, every heartbeat pumping more heat into the wound Lilith had left. Jane could feel the swelling already—tight and raw, as if a thousand needles were pricking her at once. Her ears rang from the sound of the slap, but louder still was the pounding of her own pride, screaming at her that she couldn’t—wouldn’t—let this end with her standing there, humiliated.No.Not like this.Not with Dylan between them, not with Lilith standing there looking like some righteous, self-important goddess. Not when her cheek was burning like it was trying to peel off her damn face.Jane’s eyes locked on Lilith—and without a second thought, without hesitation or grace, she struck.Her hand shot out fast and furious, an explosion of motion that cracked across Lilith’s face with a sickening sound. Her palm connected hard, and the impact shuddered down her arm like a jolt.Lilith’s head snapped to the side. Her hair, half-loose from the earli
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217Jane’s chest heaved, her breath coming fast and shallow. Her eyes burned—wild, furious, and unrelenting. She pointed a shaking finger at Dylan, voice trembling but loud enough to draw the attention of a passing couple across the street.“I left you, Dylan. You. Not Molly.”Her voice dropped, turning venomous and precise, like she was lashing each syllable across his face. “Both of you were the chains wrapped around my neck. You—some pathetic, broke, useless excuse of a man. A man with no future, no plan, no spine. Every day I spent in that house was like dying slowly. I did the right thing leaving. And guess what? I’m better for it. Stronger. Smarter. And soon, I’ll be a very rich woman. Not just locally. Not just nationally. Internationally. Bobby’s making it happen.”Dylan blinked, once, then twice. For a second he said nothing, just looked at her—really looked at her. At the expensive earrings, the glossy lipstick, the clothes tailored to perfection. All the glitter piled on to
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216 “I left Molly,” she whispered. “I left her behind. I thought she’d be better off without the mess I was making. I thought Dylan—God—he was supposed to protect her.” “I think he’s been trying,” Lisa said softly. “But he’s hiding something. Maybe a lot of things.” “And he brought Lilith into this,” Jane muttered. “Of course he did. Of course.” There was venom in her voice when she said Lilith’s name. Jane had met the woman twice—both times by accident, and both times left her with the distinct impression that Lilith was a wolf smiling in a fur coat. Jane’s breathing became shallow. She looked around her kitchen like she was searching for something to punch. The cabinets were too sturdy. The walls were too silent. “She’s just a little girl,” Jane said, her voice cracking. “She still calls bees ‘buzzies’ and thinks thunder means God’s bowling. How the hell could he keep this from me?” Lisa didn’t speak. “I’m going to find him,” Jane said suddenly, moving. Her voice was low and
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215Her hand slowly dropped from her cheek. “You’re talking about her like she’s a monster.”“She’s not,” Dylan said. “She’s human. But that doesn’t make her a mother.”A long silence stretched between them.Lilith said nothing, letting the space breathe, letting the weight of truth settle.Lisa looked at her, and for once, there was no bite in her voice. Just a raw kind of confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”Lilith looked back evenly. “Because you were too busy setting the stage.”Lisa’s lip trembled. “I didn’t know…”“No,” Dylan said, softer now. “You didn’t want to know.”He stepped past her then, toward the street, toward whatever came next. He was done with the confrontation. Done with the theater. There were more important things to do.Molly needed him.Lilith followed without a word, falling into step beside him.Lisa stood in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by the remnants of her own performance—watchers gone, the spotlight faded.She was alone now.And the weight of
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214 Infact it was her shady car buyers and Dylan mistook them as people there to try to kill him. “Who are they?” Lilith asked. Lisa didn’t answer. She turned back to Dylan instead. “Don’t play dumb. Don’t pretend you’re in danger. You’re not the victim here. You never have been.” “Then what’s the show for?” Lilith asked. “I told you,” Lisa snapped. “People deserve to know what kind of man he is.” “People already think they know,” Lilith said. “You’re just hammering it in. Why now? Why here? What’s happening that you don’t want anyone to see?” Lisa’s jaw clenched. She took another step back. But Dylan had already started mentally mapping the exit points. The alley to their right. The cafe entrance. The fire escape four buildings down. He wasn’t just seeing Lisa anymore—he was reading the whole board. This wasn’t random. And the moment he’d seen her, standing there with her coat too perfect, voice too loud, eyes too bright, he’d known. It was all wrong. It wasn’t grief or
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213“She finally divorced you,” Lisa said, the words slicing the air like glass. Her voice was calmer now, but only because she knew she’d drawn blood. “Finally. And thank God she did. Jane is building a life now—a future. Something you would have ruined if she’d stayed. You dragged her down long enough.”The words settled over the sidewalk like ash. A few onlookers had stopped, heads turning, phones subtly raised. The city had its own rhythm—cars hissing by on wet asphalt, neon lights flickering in windows—but all of it dimmed under Lisa’s voice.Dylan stood frozen for a beat too long. His hands curled into fists, not out of anger, but restraint. His heart pounded like a war drum behind his ribs. He wanted to yell, to peel back her lies in front of everyone, to lay out the complexities of what had really happened—what Jane had chosen to ignore, what she had run from long before any betrayal.But he knew how this would look.Lisa always knew how to hold a stage. How to paint herself i
