[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Even the best of friends cannot attend each other's funeral." - Kehlog Albran
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I've never liked funerals. I mean who does, right? But I've never been emotionally affected by one, not even my own brother's.
But your own best friend's funeral is a whole different story. It was a strange feeling looking down at Harry's coffin just being lowered into the ground. It just felt wrong.
In the end there always needs to be a villain to make a hero exist. And maybe, just maybe the villain wasn't the evil one in the story...
The sunglasses I wore to cover most of my face bugged me but there were too many cops here who might recognize me, so I had to keep wearing them.
I didn't mind that half the CIA was out looking for us all over the country, they didn't seem to be expecting me here, otherwise it wouldn't be just ordinary police officers here to keep watch.
The police were probably just here to make sure that no civilians caused trouble during the ceremony, because the population was really pissed off at the Styles family.
There were already several protests and attacks on the mansion, where only Anne was still living. This took place immediately after the public announcement of our true identities.
After stealing the diamonds and blowing up the secret passage, we had to flee. We had to leave the country as soon as possible. Everyone knew about us now, really fucking everyone.
The good thing was that we could finally pay off all our debts. We were free. We didn't owe anybody anything.
I enjoyed a little bit the attention of all the secret organizations, even if they will hunt us down for the rest of our lives. But somehow I knew that one day it would end like this, I had already made my peace with it.
I'm honestly surprised that I'm still standing here alive. Leaving the corridor had been really tricky without being discovered. We almost got caught. But the plan was fucking perfect.
I looked around, the people who were all gathered here in the cemetery didn't really know Harry. They never knew who he really was and that made me so incredibly angry and frustrated, but I couldn't do anything, it would jeopardize my cover.
A cold shiver ran through my body as I recalled Harry lying there on the floor in the hallway. That moment just felt too surreal.
As I continued to let my eyes wander over the funeral party, I made a fatal mistake. I made direct eye contact with Anne Styles.
