Following a horrific car accident, Adeline Moore awakens from a months-long coma with no memory of her life, her identity, or the family who insists they love her. As she struggles to make sense of the fragments around her, she's met with an unsettling reality—her fiancé, Luke, is cold and distant, and her younger sister, Hazel, seems far too close to him.

As flashes of memory return—snippets of arguments, uneasy emotions, and inexplicable grief—Adeline begins to uncover the truth: Luke and Hazel were having an affair even before the crash. Shattered by the betrayal, she’s dealt a second blow when her family rallies around Hazel, dismissing Adeline’s pain and blaming her for not being “the same” since waking up.

Isolated and unsure of who she used to be, Adeline makes a bold decision—she doesn’t want her old life back. She wants truth. She wants freedom. She wants to start over. With quiet resolve and growing clarity, she begins to rebuild her life—this time, on her own terms, and far from those who broke her.

The silence stretched—long and heavy—punctuated only by the slow drip of water and the faint groan of rope as Adeline shifted her weight.


It was Seraphina who finally broke it, her voice still hoarse, but edged with steel.


Seraphina: "You don't look surprised to see me here."


Adeline let out a dry, brittle laugh—more ash than humor.


Adeline: "Still debating whether I've been cursed… or just spectacularly unlucky."


Seraphina's eyes swept the dim, grimy cell, her jaw tightening.


Seraphina: "This wasn't random. Someone planned this. Someone wanted both of us."(She turned to Adeline.)"You think this is about Elias?"


Adeline didn't answer right away. When she did, her voice was low and certain.


Seraphina gave a short, humorless laugh.Seraphina: "He does have a talent for leaving ruin behind. Like it's an art."


Their eyes locked again. The tension shifted—still taut, but changed. Not hostile. Not quite.


Adeline: "He's probably tearing the city apart looking for you, though."


Seraphina blinked, and for a moment, something flickered in her expression—confusion, maybe. Or guilt.


Adeline: "I think you live in a world where men move mountains when you say the word."


Seraphina didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned back against the wall and exhaled slowly, like a woman folding away a weapon.


Seraphina: "You think I have everything because of the way I look. Because of my name. But you don't know what it takes to keep wearing perfection like armor."


Adeline:(softly) "And you don't know what it's like to disappear in plain sight."


A beat passed. Something real settled between them—raw, flawed, and unexpectedly fragile.


Then Seraphina tilted her head, eyes sharp again.


Adeline: "We're not talking about that."


Seraphina: "You should. Because if he doesn't figure it out soon…"(She leaned in, voice dropping.)"Someone else will."


Adeline's lips pressed into a line—but before she could speak, a new sound broke the stillness.


Footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate. Drawing closer.


Adeline:(a whisper) "They're checking on us."


Seraphina:(quietly) "Then let them find us ready."


They straightened in unison, expressions sharpening like blades drawn from velvet.


Rivals or not—it didn't matter anymore.


Chapter 59 - The Cell