His Choice Killed The Wrong Sister

Summary

The endgame of the Apex Trials arrived not with a roar, but with a terrifying, clinical silence. Three faces frozen around a cold metal table.

Before us sat three identical capsules. The rules were as simple as they were barbaric: two contained the antidote that would allow us to walk out of here; the third contained a fast-acting neurotoxin that would liquefy your organs in minutes.

The survivor wouldn’t just win their life back; they’d walk away with a ten-million-dollar purse. The loser would die in agony.

And here we were, the final three: me, my fiancé, and my younger sister.