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Unseen Threat

I had finally managed to settle into bed after a long day. The soft sheets were comforting, and I let out a sigh of relief as I drifted into sleep.

My mind wandered through dreamlike landscapes, and for a moment, I felt at peace.

That peace was abruptly shattered.

I woke with a start, a sharp pain piercing my chest. My eyes flew open to see Marissa standing over me, her face cold and angry.

She was holding a knife, which was painfully pressed against my chest.

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to comprehend what was happening.

"Marissa?" I gasped, struggling to push her away, but the pain was overwhelming.

Marissa's expression was fierce. "You should have stayed out of my way," she said, her voice filled with bitterness. "You're a threat to everything I've worked for."

I tried to move, but the pain made it nearly impossible. My vision blurred, and I felt my strength waning. Desperately, I reached out, trying to protect myself.

Just then, I heard a commotion outside my room. The door burst open, and Donte stormed in, his face a mask of concern.

He quickly assessed the situation, his gaze shifting from me to Marissa.

"Get away from her!" Donte shouted, his voice filled with authority.

Marissa hesitated for a moment, clearly surprised by Donte's sudden appearance.

She scowled at him but backed away, dropping the knife to the floor.

Donte rushed to my side, kneeling beside me with a worried expression.

"Amara, hang in there," he said urgently. "I'm here."

I could feel Donte's strong presence as he carefully helped me sit up, his hands steady and reassuring.

He looked at the wound, his jaw set with determination.

"Stay with me," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle.

He glanced at Marcel, who had followed Donte in and was now standing by the door, looking alarmed.

Marcel quickly moved to fetch some supplies, clearly ready to assist however he could.

With Donte's help, I felt a bit of relief as he tended to the wound, his touch careful and deliberate.

The pain started to ease as he applied pressure and bandaged me.

Though the immediate threat was over, the shock of the attack lingered.

"I'm sorry, Amara," Donte said quietly, his concern evident. "I didn't expect this."

I managed a weak smile, grateful for his presence. "It's okay," I whispered. "Thank you."

Donte nodded, his expression serious. "We need to be more careful. Marissa's not done with us yet."

As Donte continued to tend to me, I felt a mix of fear and relief. The mansion, which had once felt like a safe haven, now seemed precarious.

I knew I had to stay alert and prepared for whatever might come next.

For now, I focused on Donte's steadying presence and the relief of being safe.

The attack had shown me the depths of Marissa's resentment and the danger that lurked within our ranks.

All I could do was hope that Donte and Marcel would help uncover the truth and protect us from further threats.