Fae Ware POV:

"Just… for a walk," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had been so close to freedom.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A walk? In that outfit? And with that bag?" He gestured to the small duffel I clutched, my passport tucked inside. He knew.

"I needed some fresh air," I said, my voice firmer, a desperate resolve hardening my spine.

He stared at me, his gaze piercing. A flicker of something—guilt, perhaps—crossed his face before being replaced by his usual charming facade. "You know," he said, stepping closer. "I've been thinking about what I said about your music. Maybe I was wrong. I'll support you, Fae. Always."

His words were a poisoned balm, meant to soothe and disarm. He was dangling a false carrot, sensing me slipping away.

Before I could reply, his phone buzzed. "It's my grandfather," he said, his voice curt. "Another crisis. I have to go." He looked at me, a silent plea in his eyes, as if expecting me to wait.

"Go," I said, my voice flat.

He hesitated, then turned and left. I watched him go, a wave of relief washing over me. This was my chance.

I ran. Out the door, down the driveway, not looking back. But as I reached the road to hail a cab, I saw her. Karis. She stood by the roadside, a predatory smile on her face, watching me go. Our eyes met, and a chill snaked down my spine.

"Leaving so soon, Fae?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Running away again? Some things never change, do they, little foster girl?" Her words were a venomous dart. "You think you can just waltz out of here? Glenn is mine now. All mine. You are nothing but a discarded toy."

"And you," I said, my voice steady, "are a pathetic opportunist. He'll chew you up and spit you out, just like he did me."

Her smile faltered. "Oh, Fae," she whispered, "you have no idea what I'm capable of."

The tension was suffocating. I knew my escape was compromised. Defeated, I turned back toward the gilded cage I so desperately wanted to flee.

Later that evening, Glenn arranged an intimate dinner to celebrate my "return." He filled the mansion with flowers, candles, and my favorite gourmet dishes, trying to recreate the illusion of our perfect love.

Just as we were about to sit down, the doorbell chimed. It was Karis, looking forlorn, a single tear on her cheek.

"Glenn," she whimpered, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I just… I couldn't bear to be alone tonight. My apartment still feels so... violated." She glanced at me, a quick, triumphant glint in her eyes.

Glenn, ever the hero, immediately softened. "Karis, darling, come in. Of course. You're always welcome here."

He led her to the table he had set for me. My gaze fell on a delicate crystal vase filled with white roses. My favorite. He always used them as a symbol of his devotion. Now, they felt like a mockery.

"White roses, Fae," he said, his voice soft. "My wild rose."

"Don't," I said, pushing my chair back. "Don't call me that. Not anymore." I stood up, my gaze sweeping over the lavish table. "I'm not hungry," I said, turning to leave. "You two enjoy your… celebration."

I walked away, needing to be alone, needing to breathe. I retreated to my room, the sound of their hushed whispers following me down the hall.

Fae Ware POV:

A few minutes later, a soft knock came at my door. It was Glenn, holding a cup of chamomile tea. "I thought this might help you relax," he said, his voice a practiced whisper of tenderness. "I hate when we fight, Fae. Please, drink this. Let's not let this night be ruined."

He looked so sincere, his eyes filled with a familiar, pleading warmth. For a fleeting second, the old me wanted to believe him. I took the cup, my hand trembling slightly, and took a sip as he watched. The tea was warm, but a sharp, metallic aftertaste coated my tongue.

My head spun, the room blurring around me. My muscles stiffened, and my legs buckled. The teacup shattered on the floor. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. Panic, cold and raw, gripped me as the realization hit with the force of a physical blow.

He drugged me.

Glenn stood over me, his face impassive, the mask of concern gone. "You made this difficult, Fae," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. "You should have just stayed put."

His phone rang, its shrill sound shattering the silence. He answered, his voice shifting to one of feigned panic. "What?! Karis? Kidnapped? By Darrion Anderson?!"

It was a performance. A signal. This was their plan all along.

Two burly men emerged from the shadows of the hallway. They were his security, men I’d seen a hundred times. Now, they looked at me with cold indifference.

"Take her," Glenn instructed. They hauled me to my feet, their rough hands bruising my arms.

As they dragged me towards the door, Glenn’s gaze fell to my neck. He snatched the silver locket, the one he had given me as a symbol of his "eternal loyalty." His brow furrowed in confusion. He had expected to see Karis's locket, a different design he had given her. In his haste, in his arrogance, he had forgotten which token belonged to which woman.

"This is Fae's locket," he muttered, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He had intended for me to be an anonymous body double, but the locket was proof of my identity.

For a moment, I thought he might stop. A sliver of hope that was brutally extinguished. His face hardened, his resolve returning. His reputation, his deal with his grandfather—that was all that mattered.

"It doesn't matter," he said, his voice strained. "She's still the body double. No one will know the difference."

He was still choosing her. Still sacrificing me. He was sending me to Darrion Anderson, a known monster, fully aware of who I was.

"This is for the best, Fae," Glenn whispered, his voice a chilling caress as the men pulled me away. "You'll understand someday."

He was still manipulating me, even as he sent me to my doom.

The men forced me into a waiting car. I saw Glenn one last time, standing at the entrance, my locket clutched in his hand. He was already erasing me. The car sped through the stormy night, carrying me towards a desolate dock and the monster who waited there.