Calliope had agreed to go to the party with Silas. Honestly, she figured it’d give Hudson and Lance some much-needed time alone anyway.
Lance knew about Hudson’s condition now, but who knew how he’d react? There was bound to be some drama. After all, Hudson had known about his illness for ages and never told Lance a thing. Lance had just kept believing it wasn’t a big deal.
But now? Now he knew the truth—Hudson didn’t have much time left. And Lance was head over heels for Hudson. No way he’d take this news well.
Heck, it wasn’t just Lance. Even Calliope, who’d seen more than her share of tragedy, was struggling to accept it. She’d dealt with all sorts of rare diseases before, and when it was someone else, it was easier. But when it was your friend? That was a whole different kind of pain. The regret, the helpless anger—you hated yourself for not being able to do a damn thing.
Calliope wasn’t ready to accept it. Not by a long shot.
She’d spent the whole afternoon on the phone, calling every specialist she knew—oncologists, surgeons, miracle workers, you name it. But even the best of the best looked at Hudson’s files and just shook their heads. She’d even tried her old mentor, who could usually pull off the impossible. But all he said was, “It’s time to start making arrangements.”
By the time the party rolled around that night, Calliope was barely paying attention to anything. Her mind kept circling back to Hudson.
Silas must’ve noticed. He just led her over to the lounge area and told her to take it easy, then went off to schmooze and talk business. He even brought her a plate of appetizers—mini quiches, sliders, and those tiny bacon-wrapped dates.
Calliope poked at her food, but didn’t have much appetite. She couldn’t stop thinking about Hudson. She didn’t want drama, wasn’t looking for anyone to pick a fight with—not even keeping tabs on where Silas had wandered off to.
But trouble found her anyway. She was balancing her plate, nibbling on a piece of cheese, when someone bumped into her hard enough to send her food flying.
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Oh wrestling expert ey? So is this Khamzat Chimaev or Shavkat Rakhmonov? Because Khabib's would be too haram....
Oh no. Million is just mix of Conor McGregor, Islam Makhachev, Mike Tyson, Max Holloway, Anderson Silva... I bet he lands 5sec flying knees like Jorge Masvidal too. Oh nope, 1sec knees. And has faster left hooks than Alex Pereira. Definitely would win UFC championship in every weight division including women. Poor Zhang Weili....
Okay so.... Million is now from East. Arctic wolf from East, modified genetically so he can manage his own Instagram and probably also box like Mike Tyson and snapping left hooks like Alex Pereira....
This is starting to be the same twister of abilities as Cassandra Yates and Tiffany. But question is, why the hell Silas can't just open his mouth and tell Caliope that she's the one whom he has in his heart. He would prevent a lot of misunderstanding. Seems like despite capability of talking with modified arctic wolf, she's not like telepathic....
Oh no, so FL is again another hidden genius with both hemispheres working on hundreds... Ffffuuuu. Cassandra Yates and Tiffany were already enough, ughugh. And Tiffany was even more exaggerated than Cassandra....
That's weird, in the first chapters there was said that her bio parents and bros doteď on Caliope but then they adopted Lisette, but this chapter suddenly says otherwise. Did author forget what he wrote?...
I REALLLYYY REALLLYYYY REALLYYYYYY WANT TO SLAP THE 3 BROTHERS WHENEVER THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH !!! AND THEIR MOM !!!...
Why has this not been updated ?? there were 5 more chapters which was released and it has not been updated.. Please do update on regular basis......