บท 80: Chapter Eighty: The Call Of His Fianceè.

New York City.

9:45pm.

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He was aware of everything.

It didn't take much for Adrik to notice that she was gone, nor was it much of a hassle for him to trace her to wherever she was, until he saw her.

He heard her call for him.

She looked frustrated, and tired of living. It made him angry that she would want to die, without thinking about him.

Why would she think of death when he's here?

Besides, how sure was she that she wouldn't see him again if she's dead? She's definitely going to be a ghost. His ghost bride.

Now that sounds amazing.

Adrik smiled in satisfaction when he figured out that there's no way out for her, whether she chooses to live or die. Fate has doomed her future by allowing her to be born into that family. It messed with her mental health by making her resemble Polina from inside out. But the only difference is that she had more fighting spirit than her aunt.