StarNovelChapter 1871 Kiran spent a blissful day at the amusement park with his mom, and for those precious hours, it felt like all his worries just vanished. Even the nagging sense of something being off seemed to disappear.
As they walked hunder the setting sun, their shadows stretched long across the ground-his mom's tall and his short. He turned to her and said, "Mom, I wish today could be real." If only it were. He'd have the chance to look her in the eyes and say, "I love you." But the harsh line between reality and illusion was unyielding. He couldn't fool himself into believing this was real. Not because the illusion was too sweet, but because reality was just too harsh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe couldn't forget. Couldn't forget how his mom had left this world, or how The Silent Shadows had taken her from him. He lived on for his sister, Sandy, his father, Caelum, and the whole Pollard family.
Kiran refused to let a pretty lie make him forget the bitter truth. It was with this realization that the fantasy world collapsed, and he was the first to wake up from the dream.
"So, this is the rebirth Joseph was so eager for," Kiran thought, a smirk tugging at his lips as he eyed the gemstones in his hand. He found it almost laughable, how far people would go for something so fake, sacrificing so many lives.
To Kiran, a lie was always just a lie. He pocketed the gems and turned away from the Aldridge family's underground lair. Now, he needed to figure out how to use these ridiculous gems to bring down The Silent Shadows.
His mind drifted back as he sat at his desk, watching the pendulum of iron balls swing and clash-a rhythmic dance. He gave one ball a gentle nudge.
Angelo was just a fragment of his own mind, a personality that split off after the trauma of losing his mom. The incident had left deep psychological scars. He had inside knowledge of the elite, which filled him with contempt, yet he had to mingle with them and fit into their world.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDeep down, maybe he longed to be a fearless journalist, exposing the hypocrisy of high society. But the relentless stress and long-held resentment wore him down. Even with medication, his mental state crumbled, leading to a split personality.
At first, it was just headaches. Then, another persona began to grow inside him, as if another soul was battling for control. After seeing numerous therapists, Kiran started to understand this other self and learned how to manage it.
Everything was in his grasp, except for Sandy, his sister, getting caught up in the chaos Sandy was someone he chaos & he had to protect. Losing Angelo as her brother was something he always regretted.
Even after Angelo's persona faded, Kiran sometimes adopted Angelo's easygoing manner to chat with o'm Sandy. Maybe Angelo was the NO brother Sandy loved most. But it didn't matter. Whether Angelo or Kiran, they were both him. As long as Sandy needed him to be Angelo, he was willing to play that role indefinitely.
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