The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse-Chapter 124: Ch : One Sided fate- Part 1

The Janitor never saw Selene’s attack coming. He was not anticiapting someone with her frame taking him down.

But that was what happened and Selene knew she could not let this opportunity slip by.

Selene didn’t waste a second—she dragged him into a nearby supply closet and shut the door behind him before pushing through the emergency exit.

She took the stairs two at a time, her heartbeat hammering in her ears.

Down. Down. Down.

She had no idea how long it took, but eventually, she reached the ground floor.

The moment she stepped into the open air, she felt a surge of triumph.

She had made it.

’Good! I made it out and my tracker is working. This way, I can get back home and Ethan can find me easily as well. I just need to remain out in the open.’

But just as she was about to disappear into the shadows—

A figure stepped into her path.

Selene skidded to a stop, her breath catching in her throat.

It was Rose Grayson.

His presence was so sudden that she couldn’t stop the flicker of shock from crossing her face.

Rose, however, seemed amused by her reaction.

"Now, now, Selene. There’s no need to look so surprised. Did you really think I wouldn’t be here? We are connected by ’destiny’. Of course I would know it if you try to get away from me. But it is all useless. You cannot run away from me."

He said with a slow smile.

Selene clenched her jaw.

He was standing so casually, so assured—like he truly believed she had no way of escaping him.

"No matter where you go, I will find you. That is simply how fate works."

Rose continued, his tone soft yet unwavering.

Selene let out a dry chuckle.

She wasn’t sure if it was from disbelief or irritation.

Rose’s obsession with the idea of destiny was beyond delusional.

But rather than argue with him, she tilted her head, a glint of mischief in her gaze.

"It’s funny that you talk about destiny with me. Tell me something, Rose. Do you remember how I predicted the Plentiful Collections?"

She said, crossing her arms.

Rose frowned, clearly not following her train of thought.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He asked, impatience creeping into his voice.

Selene’s smirk widened.

"It has everything to do with this."

She said smoothly.

Rose still looked confused, but she continued anyway.

"You see, Rose, I have the ability to glimpse into possible futures. That’s how I was able to predict the Plentiful Collections before they even happened. My visions have always shown me glimpses of my path, my fate, the key people who are meant to be part of my story."

She took a step closer, watching him carefully. This was a lie, but not entirely.

Selene had lived through this past once, so she knew that the destiny Rose talked about was bullshit.

"And guess what?"

She whispered, her voice carrying a subtle edge.

Rose blinked.

"What?"

"I never once saw you in them."

His expression faltered.

For a split second, she saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

And that was all she needed.

Selene knew it was a lie.

Rose had appeared in some of her glimpses—but only in insignificant ways, as nothing more than a passing figure in the grander scheme of things.

Still, she was certain that no one, not even Rose, could tell whether she was lying.

And that uncertainty planted a seed in his mind.

"You’re wrong,"

Rose said finally, but his voice lacked the same certainty it had before.

"Fate—"

"Fate? You mean, the thing you are making up to justify your actions? Or are you talking about the one you made up inside your own head?"

Selene cut in with a smirk.

Rose’s fingers twitched.

Selene took another step forward, her eyes gleaming.

"You can keep telling yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, Rose. But deep down, you know the truth—fate has never been on your side."

She didn’t wait for a response.

Without hesitation, she spun on her heel and dashed in the opposite direction, using Rose’s moment of hesitation to her advantage.

Behind her, she heard him curse under his breath.

Selene didn’t slow down.

She had already won this battle.

Because if there was one thing she knew about people like Rose—

Doubt was the beginning of their downfall.

Rose’s expression twisted in pure fury. His usually composed demeanor cracked, revealing the volatile obsession that had been simmering beneath the surface. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with barely restrained anger.

"Take that back. You don’t know anything."

He snarled. His voice was low, but the intensity behind it was suffocating.

Selene simply tilted her head, unimpressed.

"Oh? Then tell me, Rose—how can it be destiny if only you feel it?"

That question made something snap inside him.

His eyes widened, and for the first time, Selene saw the raw instability lurking behind his usual self-assured gaze. The manic belief that kept him tethered to his delusions.

There was no reasoning with someone like this.

Without warning, Rose lunged at her.

His movements were quick, fueled by desperation and rage. His hands reached forward, intent on seizing her, forcing her to stay—forcing her to understand.

But he never made it far.

A shadow darted between them, intercepting Rose before he could even get close.

Ethan.

He moved faster than Rose could react, his presence as unyielding as a wall of steel. fгeewebnovёl.com

Rose skidded to a stop, eyes burning with disbelief.

Ethan’s face was cold, his golden eyes sharp with warning. His entire body radiated a controlled, simmering fury.

"Step. Back."

There was no mockery in his tone. No arrogance.

Just a simple, undeniable truth—

If Rose moved even an inch closer to Selene, Ethan would not hesitate to break him.

For the first time, Rose hesitated.

And that single moment of doubt was all Ethan needed.

In one swift motion, Ethan reached forward and grabbed Rose’s face, fingers digging into his skin.

Rose’s breath caught in his throat.

Selene didn’t have to see Ethan’s expression to know—

He was done playing games.