👀EVIL’S EYES👀
(Bu🔥n For Me, Little Flower)
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Book 1 in the Mindbreak Series.💀
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By, Debby Gold 🩵
EPISODE 21&22
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Don Ghost’s eyes widened madly as Alex dropped the bomb—what Oliver had said.
Don Ghost immediately sprang to his feet.
“What?!”
“Yes, my Lord. Master O said that,” Alex bowed.
A vein bulged visibly along Don Ghost’s hand, his fist trembling tightly around his black walking stick while his other hand clenched hard.
“That psychopath!!” He growled, throwing his stick, and it struck the wall behind Alex.
Alex flinched violently and dropped to his knees.
“How dare him!!!! I should visit that thing?!!!” He shouted, kicking his seat away, his body trembling with rage.
“My Lord…” Alex bowed deeper on his knees.
Don Ghost’s eyes darkened, his breath heavy as the message replayed in his head.
“I wish I could kill that fool…” he muttered.
The air turned dangerously cold.
“Easy, my Lord… calm down,” Alex muttered from his knees.
“Get out!!!!!” Don Ghost roared.
“Yes, my Lord!” Alex disappeared like the wind.
Don Ghost turned sharply, dragging a hand through his white hair, his body burning.
Visiting Oliver’s suite would make him look weak.
He wouldn’t.
And he wouldn’t spare that girl when the time came.
“I’ll kill her…”
He drawled.
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[Charlotte’s Suite~Wine’s Cellar]
Novella’s eyes widened.
She wasn’t frozen just because of Charlotte’s injuries—but because Charlotte was calmly drinking red wine, leaving her wounds open.
“Charlotte!” she called, stunned.
Charlotte glanced at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“How did you get hurt again? And you haven’t even treated it—what’s wrong with you?!” Novella snapped.
Charlotte scoffed.
“I always told you my blood is too pretty to be wasted.”
Novella blinked, taking her in again—her lips badly cut, one eye bruised, cheeks swollen, blood both fresh and dried.
“And I’m not like you people who feel pain. This is fun,” Charlotte added with a sick smirk, drinking from her wine again.
Novella shook her head in shock.
“You’re crazy. Seriously! You won’t treat your wounds? They’re deep, Charlotte!” Her voice trembled with worry.
Charlotte’s fists clenched.
“Novella…”
But Novella had already walked out.
Minutes later, she returned with a first aid kit.
“Let me treat them.”
She grabbed Charlotte’s hand, but Charlotte shook her off.
“I’m not. Stay away!” she glared.
“I won’t stay away! Look at yourself, Charlotte. You’re destroying yourself!” Novella shouted.
“Don’t you dare yell at me! I’m your Master. Just because you’re a little close to me doesn’t mean you can interfere in my life. You’re just my slave—nothing more. So get the füç? out!” Charlotte snapped.
The kit fell from Novella’s hand.
Her vision blurred.
Without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door hard behind her.
Charlotte threw the glass to the floor, frustrated.
She glanced at her reflection in the shattered pieces, then at her hands—covered in old and fresh cuts.
Her fingers slid to her neck.
She could feel them.
Everyone’s fingerprints.
Everyone—
Except Oliver’s
“Ahhh!” she screamed, kicking the wine stool away and it broke.
“Ahh!” she growled.
Everything replayed in her head. Her skull throbbed, her lips trembling.
She walked into her room, grabbed her gun and a cigarette.
She slipped the gun into her pocket, lit the cigarette, and inhaled harshly before storming out.
Minutes later, she stood in the forest, on a rock, raising her gun.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Her wild gunshots tore through the air.
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[Days Later~7am]
[A field]
“Have this,” Kayla handed a bottle of water to Novella as she sat beside her.
They had just finished exercising.
“Thanks,” Novella drank from hers.
Kayla nodded, closing her bottle after a slip.
Novella exhaled deeply.
“You still haven’t reconciled with Charlotte?” Kayla asked.
Novella nodded slowly like a sad pet, pouting.
“I miss her so much…”
Kayla chuckled softly.
“You should try to understand her then.”
Novella turned to her, holding her arm.
“What should I do? I didn’t mean to upset her… I was just worried about her, and she called me a slave,” she muttered sadly.
“What if she didn’t mean it? What if she was just angry at that moment?” Kayla said.
Novella shook her head.
“She was really mean to me…”
Kayla chuckled, ruffling her hair.
“She’s your friend. When friends fight, they apologize to each other.”
“But she was wrong,” Novella sighed.
“And you know the kind of person she is—she won’t apologize and that might end you guys friendship. The best way? Go to her first,” Kayla said.
She paused, then added softly—
“Who knows… she might miss you too.”
Novella rested her head on her arm, a faint smile forming.
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[Meeting Hall~10am]
Inside, Don Ghost sat with Caspian, Alex, and Charlotte, all waiting.
An hour had passed.
Oliver hadn’t shown up, and nothing could be done without him.
Caspian’s face burned with restrained fury. Charlotte looked visibly irritated. Alex remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Don Ghost was losing patience.
Then—
The door creaked open.
Oliver stepped in, slow and composed, hands tucked into his pockets.
His hair was perfectly styled, the first three buttons of his black shirt undone—effortlessly, dangerously attractive.
Charlotte scoffed under her breath.
Caspian’s fists clenched, hatred flashing openly in his eyes.
Don Ghost frowned.
“Do you enjoy keeping people waiting?” Caspian snapped before Don Ghost could speak.
Oliver said nothing.
“I’m talking to you, beast!” Caspian barked.
A pause.
Then Oliver spoke, his voice calm—too calm.
“My silence alone sets you on fire. Imagine if I actually spoke… I’d already be saying goodbye to you, my twinnie.”
He took a seat.
Caspian’s jaw tightened.
“I’m not your twin, bastard! You’re nothing but a stranger to me,” he roared.
Oliver smirked faintly. “And yet… we share the same face.”
“You—!”
A loud slam cut Caspian off as Don Ghost’s palm hit the desk, the sharp sound slicing through the tension.
Alex and Charlotte lowered their heads slightly in acknowledgment, but Caspian and Oliver didn’t move. Their gazes locked, burning with something far more dangerous than hatred.
Caspian’s fists trembled, knuckles nearly splitting.
“You will both respect me,” Don Ghost growled. “I am your father.”
“You’re not.”
The words came at the exact same time—from both Caspian and Oliver.
Their voices collided, cold and absolute.
For a moment, even Don Ghost faltered.
Charlotte’s lips curled into a faint, menacing smile. Alex looked like he was holding back a laugh.
“Don’t ever call us your sons,” Caspian added, his glare sharp enough to cut.
Oliver scoffed, amused.
Don Ghost’s fists clenched, but he forced himself to breathe.
“What’s been keeping you so busy lately?” he asked, shifting the topic to Oliver.
Oliver blinked once. Caspian rolled his eyes.
“Something more important than anyone here,” Oliver replied flatly.
Don Ghost’s frown deepened. “What?”
“What else?” Caspian cut in with a dry scoff. “He’s hiding a girl—”
“Enough. I didn’t ask you,” Don Ghost snapped.
Caspian looked away, his fists tightening again.
“I asked you,” Don Ghost pressed.
Oliver leaned back slightly, completely unfazed.
“Let’s not waste time,” he said. “I already told you—if you want to know what’s happening in your clan… visit my Queen.”
Don Ghost’s expression darkened, his hands curling into fists.
Caspian let out a low, humorless chuckle but said nothing.
Charlotte arched a brow, curiosity flickering in her eyes. Queen? Annabelle? Who else could it be?
Don Ghost gestured sharply to Alex, forcing himself back under control.
Alex stepped forward and switched on the presentation screen.
An image appeared—
The President.
OUR NEXT TARGET.
Oliver’s expression shifted, though it was impossible to read.
Charlotte straightened slightly. Caspian forced his anger down, his posture rigid.
“This,” Alex began, “is the President. A target whose life has already been paid for. The Vice President wants him dead.”
Silence swallowed the room.
“And gathering intel, planning the operation, and leading the execution…” Don Ghost continued, his eyes fixed on Oliver, “…that responsibility is yours.”
Shock rippled through the room.
Again?
Caspian’s eyes widened. Charlotte’s jaw tightened.
“Don—”
“I speak. You listen,” Don Ghost cut in coldly.
Caspian’s gaze snapped back to Oliver—
Oliver was still calm and unreadable, as if none of this surprised him.
As if he had expected it.
Tension lingered like smoke.
The meeting moved quickly and ended.
Caspian stormed out first.
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[Charlotte’s Suite]
Charlotte met Elizabeth in the dining room.
She exhaled and sat down.
Elizabeth gave a small smile.
“How are you doing now?” she asked, gently stroking her hair.
“I’m fine,” Charlotte muttered, drinking water.
“I cooked your favorite—fried rice and chicken. Have some,” Elizabeth said, serving her.
Charlotte nodded.
“What happened?” Elizabeth asked, sitting opposite her.
“We got a new mission,” Charlotte muttered, chewing slowly.
Elizabeth’s heart skipped.
“And?”
“Oliver was chosen. Not Caspian. Just him. Jeez… Don is annoying as füç?,” she rolled her eyes.
“To be honest, they’re both strong in their way not always Oliver. But that old husband of yours made Oliver the King. Annoying,” Her tone sharpened.
Elizabeth sat frozen.
She didn’t even notice when her lip began to bleed.
Oliver and Caspian again?
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Caspian found Don Ghost on his balcony, eyes closed.
He stormed forward.
“Don, why does Oliver lead this mission again?! The last seven missions—I haven’t led one!” he roared.
Don Ghost didn’t open his eyes.
“Because you’re not capable.”
Caspian let out a cold laugh.
“I’m useless?” he asked.
“If you said so.”
“Don’t push me!”
“Yes!” Caspian snapped. “I get on your nerves! But Oliver? He’s your favorite! Everyone laughs at me now saying I’m weak!”
Don Ghost scoffed.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Anything he does is fine with you! But no matter what I do, I’m never enough! What’s so special about him?!” Caspian growled.
“Emotion,” Don Ghost said flatly. “Kill it, and I might favor you too.”
Caspian froze.
Don Ghost stepped closer, their faces inches apart.
“Even if Oliver is hiding that girl… I trust him.”
He paused.
“He’ll be the one to end her. Just like he did to the person he loved most.”
Caspian’s breath hitched.
The memory came rushing back.
The beginning of everything.
What start the madness between them.
“A move from me, and that girl will be gone too. No one is safe with a monster like Oliver. Become like him… and you’ll have more of my love than him.”
Silence.
Then—
“Even Charlotte is better than you.”
With a cold smirk, Don Ghost walked away.
Caspian stood still.
A dry laugh escaped him.
Then—
That Emotion came again.
Something he couldn’t suppress.
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[Dining Hall]
“Someone seems quiet these days,” Robert said to Sky.
They sat with Kian, Kane, and Hook.
Sky nudged Kian.
“What?” Kian raised eyes brows.
“No girls lately. You seem lonelier than usual.” Robert laughed.
“Better that way,” Kane muttered.
“I’m just not in the mood,” Kian snapped.
Sky and Robert laughed.
Hook shook his head.
“Indigo’s gone. The clan feels dead. Can someone stir up some drama? It’s boring. Kian and Kane aren’t even fighting.” Robert pouted at them, and Sky rubbed his shoulder sadly.
“Boring world,” Sky added.
Kian swallowed, memories of what happened to Indigo flashing.
“What happened?” Sky asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
Kane kept staring at him.
“I heard a new mission is up,” Hook said.
“Really?!” Robert and Sky lit up.
“Hmm. A very dangerous and bloody one.”
They grinned.
“Blood…” Robert said.
“…is our joy,” Sky finished.
“And the twins’ drama?” Robert smirked.
“…Is entertainment,” Sky added.
They laughed, having five.
Hook shook his head.
“Fools.”
Kian exhaled slowly.
Kane’s eyes never left him.
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Annabelle sat down in the garden, at the same spot she encountered Oliver that unfortunate day, taking in fresh air even though it still felt suffocating. A mirror rested in her hand.
The days that passed by felt meaningless. What could she even do? Nothing. She just had to listen. She wasn’t allowed out of the room, talk less of seeing the outside world.
Oliver himself got everything she needed. His room was no longer just his, it now carried her presence—her clothes, her things, everything he chose for her.
His voice echoed in her head like a command she couldn’t escape, [“I created you, and you will only follow my orders.”]
—Eat my food and drink my water.
—You won’t meet anyone unless I say so.
—No one is allowed to touch you except me.
[“And if you break any of these rules, you’re calling for a real death this time.”]
Her fingers tightened slightly around the mirror.
She couldn’t even go against him to meet the person she missed the most now—Charlotte—even though they were in the same place.
It felt like Oliver was everywhere, watching her every move, breathing through her thoughts.
He knew everything about her, everything happening around her. She didn’t even have to ask before he provided it.
Maybe that was what happened today too. Maybe he knew she was starving for air, even if it was just a little.
And his message came, allowing her to step into the garden—and nowhere else.
She exhaled softly, staring at her new face.
She remembered when her parents used to tell her she had the most beautiful face, how boys crushed on her back in high school because of it.
That face was hers.
Precious.
Real.
Now she had a new one. This one might be prettier, but it meant nothing to her.
It wasn’t hers.
It belonged to him.
Her lips pressed together as she cursed the monster behind it.
One question stayed rooted in her mind, refusing to leave—how was she supposed to survive in this world… without Charlotte?
Everything felt empty without her.
Annabelle slowly stood up and turned, only to collide with someone.
Her balance slipped, but a hand caught her, holding her firmly in place. Her heart raced as she lifted her eyes—
Oliver.
No… something was wrong.
The touch.
This wasn’t his.
She knew his touch too well. Even if she were blind, even if she were dead, she would recognize it.
This felt different.
Caspian.
Her breath hitched slightly.
The difference was undeniable. This touch felt warmer, steadier… dangerously comforting.
Her body reacted before her mind could stop it. Instead of stiffening in fear like it always did with Oliver, she relaxed.
For the first time in days, she wasn’t terrified.
Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting second, everything felt quiet.
Still.
She didn’t understand it, but after days trapped in suffocating control, this felt like a breath she had been denied.
Oliver’s warning rang loudly in her head, telling her to move away, to step back, to break contact.
But her body refused.
She didn’t move.
And neither did he.
Caspian held her, closer than he should, his grip tightening slightly as if letting go would make her disappear. Even with her changed face, he knew. He felt it. That same fragile presence he couldn’t forget.
That Little Flower.
Something dark flickered in his eyes. That monster had done this to her. The thought alone burned through him. He needed to get her away from Oliver, needed to pull her out before she completely broke.
Annabelle’s lips parted slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, fragile yet desperate.
“Save me from him… please.”
The words hit him harder than anything.
For a second, he froze.
Then something snapped.
His hand moved to her face, and before reason could catch up, before he could think of consequences, his lips crashed against hers.
And just as the moment sealed—
A presence shifted behind them.
Cold.
Silent.
Watching.
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