2025-05-20 15:48:06Eliot slept longer than usual. For the first time in years, he didn’t wake up to a leaking ceiling, a noisy neighbour, or the pain of poverty pressing against his chest. Instead, sunlight gently poured into the wide, clean bedroom of his new house. The sheets were warm, the air smelled fresh, and for once, he felt safe.
He rolled over lazily and blinked at the ceiling. "Good morning, system." Click. A mechanical voice answered in his mind. 36 hours remaining to complete your first mission. "Thanks, system," Eliot mumbled, dragging himself up and rubbing his eyes. Just as he stood, his phone buzzed. Two missed calls. One from Marcus’s father. He frowned. “What could he want now?” Eliot called back. The line clicked, and a warm voice came through. “Ah, Eliot, finally! We’ve been waiting for you,” Marcus’s father said. “The wedding ceremony is today, and your presence would be an honour.” Eliot raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want me there?” “Of course,” the man chuckled. “You're a special guest now. My wife and I look forward to seeing you.” Eliot paused for a moment. “I’ll be there.” He hung up and looked into his mirror. There was a glint in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Not long ago, he had been crushed, thrown to the ground, slapped, humiliated. Now… now he had power. He had purpose. And today, he had a plan. He dressed in a sharp, custom-made navy suit. His watch was sleek, the kind only CEOs wore. The shoes? Italian leather. Eliot Reyes no longer looked like a man who had once been ignored. Today, he looked like he belonged at the top. He stepped into his car—no longer a dusty taxi or a crowded bus, but his own sleek ride, the one that had shocked everyone at the auction. The engine hummed like a dream as he drove through the city streets, drawing glances from passersby. When he reached Marcus’s family estate, the security guards looked unsure for a second, but when they saw the car and then him, they quickly stepped aside and opened the gate with respect. Marcus’s dad and mom were standing outside the grand house, smiling warmly. “Eliot!” his father said, shaking his hand firmly. “Glad you made it.” “Welcome,” his mother added, her eyes scanning his expensive suit. “You look… impressive.” “Thank you,” Eliot replied simply, walking in. Inside, the guests were gathering. The hall was beautiful—decorated in gold and white, filled with flowers, music, and laughter. Eliot took a seat quietly in the front row, like he was told. A waiter brought him coffee. He took a sip. God, how he loved rich men’s coffee. Bitter, smooth, and expensive. It tasted like victory. Across the room, two familiar faces spotted him. Peter and Martha—Marcus’s closest friends—whispered among themselves. “Why is he here?” Peter murmured. “Did someone mistake him for a cleaner?” “Maybe he’s working as a bodyguard for some big boss,” Martha said, giggling. They both laughed quietly, thinking Eliot couldn't hear. But Eliot didn’t flinch. He didn’t even glance at them. He just took another sip of coffee and smiled to himself. He was not here for them. He was here for revenge. The music changed. Everyone stood. “Attention, attention,” the announcer called. “The bride and groom are coming in.” Everyone clapped as Marcus and his bride entered. She was beautiful—elegant in her long white gown, holding Marcus’s arm with pride. He wore a smug grin, basking in the applause. Eliot just watched silently. Calm. They took their place in front of the officiant. Vows were exchanged. The bride’s eyes sparkled with emotion. The guests smiled and nodded. Even Marcus looked proud. Then came the final moment. “You may now kiss the bride.” Eliot smiled and whispered, “System?” Yes, Eliot? “Can you make a video play?” Of course. But just one condition… “What is it?” Just don’t laugh too loud. Eliot smirked. “Deal.” Suddenly, the huge screen meant for wedding highlights flickered. The music faded. A video appeared. People gasped. It showed Marcus—very clearly—at a nightclub. Drunk. Surrounded by women. Laughing, touching, kissing. Then smoking. Shouting wild things. The timestamp? Just three nights ago. Gasps turned to murmurs. Shock spread like fire. The bride’s eyes widened in horror. Her smile vanished. She dropped the bouquet. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The guests were stunned. Some covered their mouths. Others looked away awkwardly. Phones were out. People were recording. “What the hell is this?!” the bride’s father shouted, standing up. “Marcus!” he turned angrily toward him. “What is this filth?!” Marcus’s face turned pale. “Dad, I-I don’t know where this—” “Don’t lie to me!” his own father barked. “Not in front of my most respected guest!” He pointed at Eliot. “You told me you were ready to be a man! This is what you do before your wedding?!” Marcus stumbled, trying to speak, but the bride had already run off crying, her friends following behind her. “Is this some kind of joke?” someone asked from the crowd. “No wonder he looked nervous,” another muttered. Then came the final blow. “You’re a disgrace!” The bride’s father shouted. “I invited the wrong man to be my son-in-law.” Chaos erupted. Voices rose, and people started leaving. The carefully decorated hall turned into a place of shame and whispers. In the corner, Eliot sat quietly, sipping his coffee. Calm. Still. Satisfied. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to fight. He had already won. The system buzzed gently in his mind. Video playback complete. Would you like to save a copy? “No need,” Eliot whispered with a smirk. “I’ve already saved it… here.” He tapped his chest. Martha and Peter stared at him in disbelief. “That’s not the same Eliot,” Martha whispered. “Who is he really?” Peter added. But Eliot stood up, dusted his coat, and began walking toward the door—slow, graceful, like a man who had just read the last page of a long, painful book. Mission progress: 85% complete, the system said softly in his mind. Eliot smiled. “This is just the beginning.”
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The factory looked smaller from a distance.But up close, it was a monolith.Its walls loomed high, weathered by time, streaked with rust and soot. The chain-link fence that once surrounded it had long since collapsed in places, and what remained stood like the ribs of a long-dead beast. Nature had tried reclaiming it—vines curled along cracks in the concrete, and weeds sprouted defiantly from the pavement. Yet there was something about the place that felt untouched, like time itself had chosen to avoid it.Aria stopped just before the gate.Her fingers brushed the metal, cold and rough under her skin. She looked through the rusted frame, past the cracked asphalt lot, to the building that had once held her captive. The weight of memories tightened around her chest, but she stood tall.Eliot came up beside her. “Still want to do this?”She didn’t hesitate. “I have to.”Max let out a soft whine and nosed Aria’s hand. She bent down, fingers curling into his fur for strength.Then, withou
Aria's Fight Back
Aria stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fingers trembling as she tried to fasten the button on the borrowed shirt Eliot had given her. The fabric felt too clean, too whole, too much like it belonged to someone else. Her face stared back at her—tired, bruised, and older than she remembered. But her eyes… her eyes were steady.She took a deep breath, but it caught in her throat. Her mind pulled her back, unwillingly, to the past.“You think you're something now?”His voice was sharp, cruel.SLAP.Her cheek had burned for hours after that one.“You wear what I tell you to. You speak when I allow it. Do you hear me?”She had nodded. Not because she agreed, but because saying no had consequences.She remembered the cracked plates, the way her body had flinched every time his boots hit the wooden floor. The insults. The silence. The way he stared at her like she was an object—just another asset he had purchased and owned.A small sound escaped her lips. It wasn’t a sob. It was something
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Rain tapped lightly against the windows now, soft and steady like a ticking clock. Eliot sat at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the wrist device that refused to speak. Max lay at his feet, ears perked, his body still as stone.Aria had fallen asleep again, wrapped in a blanket he’d tucked around her an hour ago. Her breathing had finally evened out, though her hand still twitched now and then, like it remembered pain.The phone rang.He picked it up on the first buzz.“Renna?”“I found something,” she said, and her voice sounded off—uneasy. “Eliot, this isn’t just about a collapsed factory or a rich investor with ties to Sentinel.”His stomach sank. “Go on.”“I kept digging into the shell company—Kelmere Holdings. You were right. They own the textile factory where Aria’s parents worked. But I traced the financials and found odd shipments listed under a fake division. The records are scrubbed clean, but I caught a few logs from two years ago.”“What kind of sh
Doubts on The System
Eliot stood by the window, arms folded as he watched the quiet street outside. Morning light filtered through the blinds, painting pale stripes across his face. Aria was still asleep on the couch, her breaths even, one hand curled under her chin, as if bracing against something even in dreams.Max lay close to her, unmoving but watchful.Eliot tapped the interface on his wrist—faint flicker, no response. Just as before. The silence unnerved him more than any words could have. He turned away, walked into the kitchen, and reached for his phone.“Renna,” he said the moment she picked up.“Took you long enough,” her voice was laced with concern and curiosity. “You disappeared last night. I saw your location flicker out around Westfield.”“I found her,” Eliot said flatly.There was a pause. Then, “The girl?”“Yes. She’s safe. But it’s worse than I thought.” He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, grounding himself. “I need a deep dive. The textile factory her parents worked at. Every d
The Truth Behind Aria’s Miserable life.
The door clicked shut behind them. Eliot led Aria into the house without a word. Max trailed them, tail low, sensing the storm in the silence.Inside, the living room felt too quiet. The walls were lined with old books and monitors, but for once, Eliot didn’t head to the desk. He walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her.Aria sat on the edge of the couch, knees pressed together, hands trembling slightly as she took the glass. She didn’t drink. Just stared at the water, like it held all the answers she’d never found.Eliot stood across from her, arms folded, watching the flicker of pain in her expression. The bruise on her cheek was darker now in the warm light. He wanted to ask a thousand questions, but only one slipped out first.“How… how did this happen?” he asked quietly. “The sister told me you were adopted.”Aria blinked slowly. A tear slipped down her cheek, landing in the glass she still held.“I was,” she said, her voice rough. “Adopted by a kind
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Eliot sat on the edge of his bed, the file still clutched in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the name—Aria Cross—and the address beneath it. It should’ve felt like progress, but instead, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff.He picked up his phone and dialed."Renna," he said when the call connected.“Boss?” she answered, sounding half-asleep. “It’s 2 a.m.”“I need a favor. A big one.”Renna groaned. “Bigger than helping you ghost-hack that cartel leader’s safe files last year?”“Bigger,” he said. “I need you to find someone. Aria Cross. I have an old address—67 Maple Hollow Lane in Greenridge Township—but the people there said she moved.”Renna’s tone shifted immediately. “Got it. Give me fifteen.”The call ended. Eliot stood, heart pounding. He paced the room while Max curled up in the corner, eyes following him silently.Fourteen minutes later, his phone buzzed.“I got something,” Renna said. “Her name pops up in a community registry, rural area not far from Greenridge. P
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