After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 140

He looked at me, eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. “An inspection? This is the *Amazon Building*. It’s perfectly safe. In fact, the owner of this building is an old friend of mine. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Please,” I insisted gently. “It’s not about the building itself—it’s just for peace of mind. The building is older, and, well, you can never be too careful.”

Mr. Niles sighed, exasperated. “Fine, if it’ll help you focus on your work. I’ll send my assistant to do a once-over. But I assure you, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”

I nodded, thankful that he was willing to humor me, even if reluctantly. That nagging feeling of dread persisted, though, and later that evening, as I sat in my trailer, I found myself flipping through tomorrow’s script without really absorbing it.

My mind kept wandering back to the set, to Linda’s words, and to that dark premonition that had started plaguing me since I heard the film’s name.

Then, suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by frantic shouting echoing down the corridor outside. I froze, my heart hammering as the echoes grew louder and more desperate.

“Fire! There’s a fire!”

The thick smoke swirled around me, its acrid, suffocating smell filling my lungs as it drifted through the hallways of the old building. Screams echoed from all directions, desperate shouts of those trapped, trying to make their way out.

The panicked stampede of people struggling to escape only made the situation worse; shoulders bumped, people shoved, and a haze of fear clouded everyone’s judgment. I was only steps away from the safe exit, every instinct within me screaming to run and save myself. But then, a familiar cry cut through the chaos like a blade.

“Arman! Help me! I’m in so much pain!”

My head snapped toward the voice, my pulse quickening as I recognized Linda, huddled on the ground, her body trapped beneath fallen beams.

Her tear-streaked face twisted in agony, her voice cracking with desperation. And then I saw him—Arman, standing just a few feet away, his face a mask of horror and determination. His usually composed eyes were wild, bloodshot, and filled with a raw intensity I’d never seen before.

“Linda!” he shouted, his voice rough with emotion. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his gaze fixed only on her.

For a moment, instinct took over, and I reached out, grabbing his arm, pulling him back. The words were on my lips to warn him, to stop him, but when he spun around, his glare seared into me like the fire raging around us.

The intense, scalding air seared my skin, the unbearable heat pressing down on me as I gasped for air. Through the small glass window, I could see Arman’s mocking face, his voice echoing in my mind as he sneered,

“Sophia, have you ever thought about how much worse it would have been if it had been me in there instead? How much pain, how much hopelessness?”

He had laughed then, pulling Linda close as she gazed at me with a smug, disdainful smirk.

“This suffering you’re feeling now? This is justice. This is what you deserve. Don’t ever think you’ll find freedom, Sophia. You’re meant to live in pain, forever.”

Each memory struck me like a lash, and the regret that had haunted me flooded back, sharp and bitter. I had tried so hard to save him back then, only to pay with my dignity, my peace, my very will to live. In this new life, I wouldn’t make the same mistake.

So, as I watched Arman disappear into the roaring flames, I made my decision. I turned away, my footsteps heavy but determined, heading toward the safe passage that would lead me out.