Chapter: Choose : Your Heir or Your Bastard?.[Tyler’s POV]The darkness felt like a weight. It felt like I was pinned under a mountain of wet ash, the air thick with the taste of copper and burnt plastic. Every time I tried to draw a breath, my lungs felt like they were being shredded by shards of glass.Then came the sound. Voices. Not the screaming sirens or the roar of the fire, but a low, rhythmic hum of conversation that pulled me upward like a hook in my chest.I let out a cough… a ragged, wet sound that felt like my ribcage was collapsing and my eyes snapped open.The light was blinding. It was a sterile, aggressive white that burned into my retinas. I blinked rapidly, the world blurring until two figures sharpened into focus. On my left stood a woman in a crisp white coat, her face a mask of professional neutrality. But on my right..."Elena?" I croaked. My voice was a ruined rasp, a stranger’s voice."Tyler." She moved closer, her hand hovering over mine as if she were afraid I’d crumble if she touched me. Her face was
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Chapter: She Played Us[Sarah’s POV] The air in the motel parking lot was thick with the smell of stagnant water and rotting wood. Peeling paint, flickering neon that buzzed like a dying insect, and a gravel lot filled with rusted sedans that looked like they hadn't moved since the nineties. "Stay here," I said, my hand on the car door. I looked at Dex. "Keep the engine running. If you see a squad car or anything suspicious, you signal us." Dex gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "Ma'am, this is a setup. Look at this place, it doesn't look like a place Lucy Rider would come to." "That’s exactly why she’s here," Norman muttered from the back seat, wiping sweat from his upper lip. "It’s a place where people go to disappear, not to be found. Dex, do what she says. Just... watch the perimeter." I stepped out, the heels of my boots crunching into the gravel. I didn't care about the heat. Big Elijah moved up beside me, a wall of muscle that made building look even smaller. Norman trailed behind u
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Chapter: The Traitor is My Only Option[Sarah’s POV] Three days. Lucy was out there somewhere, and the only man who knew her heartbeat was sitting in a holding cell behind me. The lobby of the precinct was a chaotic mess of ringing phones and shouting officers, a far cry from the quiet, controlled lie I’d been living in the valley. I stood near the exit, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of the wool coat. I could still feel the phantom vibration of my phone, but when I pulled it out, the screen remained dark. "Ms Hale? We're ready." I looked up. Dex was walking toward me, his face a mask of disapproval. "You're really doing this," Dex said, his voice low so the passing officers wouldn't hear. "You’re bailing out the man who gutted your security and helped steal your kid. Tell me I’m dreaming, ma'am. Tell me you have a better plan than trust the traitor." "I don't have a plan, Dex," I snapped, the jagged edge of my voice surprising even me. "I have a missing son and ex husband who might never wake up. Norma
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Chapter: Tip of The Iceberg[Sarah’s POV] The fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room hummed with a sterile, relentless buzz that felt like it was drilling directly into my skull. Outside, the New York skyline had long since shifted from the bruised orange of twilight to a cold, obsidian black. I sat in a hard plastic chair, my back stiff and my joints aching. I was still wearing the clothings from this morning, though someone—Dex or maybe a kind nurse—had thrown a heavy wool coat over my shoulders. I looked down at my hands, I couldn't bring myself to wash it off. It felt like the only physical connection I had left to the moment Tyler disappeared into the house. "Ms Hale. Please." I looked up. Dex was standing over me, a crumpled paper bag from the hospital canteen in his hand. His face was etched with a weary kind of pity that made me want to scream. "You haven't had a drop of water since we left the estate. You haven't eaten in nearly twenty hours," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Elijah is
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Chapter: Found a Body[Sarah’s POV]The sound of the explosion settled into the marrow of my bones, a low, vibrating hum that made the world feel like it was made of glass. Thick smoke choked the narrow street, turning the afternoon sun into a bruised, sickly orange orb.I was on my knees on the sidewalk across the road. The grit dug into my skin, but I couldn't feel it. I could only feel the dinosaur pajamas crushed against my chest."Tyler..." The name had become a ghost in my throat.Around me, the neighborhood was waking up to the nightmare. Windows that hadn't been shattered by the blast were being shoved open. I heard the frantic, rhythmic slamming of car doors and the distant, high-pitched scream of a woman three houses down. Neighbors huddled on their stoops, draped in blankets or clutching their children, their voices a rising tide of jagged whispers that drifted through the haze."Did you see him? I heard he went back in...""Was it gas? No, that was a bomb, I’m telling you...""Look at her. Is t
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Chapter: The Explosion[Sarah’s POV] The drive to the outskirts of the city was a blur of high-speed lane changes and a suffocating, heavy silence. Dex drove, while Big Elijah sat in the passenger seat, his eyes scanning every black SUV they passed. In the back, I sat pressed against the door, my skin crawling, while Tyler stared out the window, his jaw so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. We got to the apartment I had traced Norman to weeks ago, the one I had seen him with Lucy talking about Beatrice’s death. "Stay behind me," Tyler muttered as we reached the third floor. He didn't wait for an answer. He kicked the door in. The wood splintered, and we swarmed into the room, but there was no rush of movement, no screaming. Only the oppressive stillness of a place recently abandoned. "Clear!" Dex shouted, moving through the kitchenette. "Empty," Elijah grunted from the bedroom. I stood in the center of the living room, my heart sinking into my stomach. The place was a disaster. Drawer
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My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession
Inés never wanted to be saved.
When her mother married a dying billionaire, it came with a price: living under the same roof as Miguel Alvarez, the cold, arrogant heir who treats her like she's dirt on his expensive shoes.
But her mother's new marriage isn't about love. It's about survival. Because back in their old life, they owe dangerous people dangerous money. And those people don't forget.
So every night while everyone thinks she's at the library, Inés dances under red lights at P-Valley, the city's most exclusive strip club. Behind a mask and a wig, she's not the boring stepsister. She's Red, untouchable, mysterious and free.
Until the night Miguel walks in.
He doesn't recognize her. But he can't stop watching and wanting her. At home, he ignores her. At the club, he's obsessed with her.
Inés knows she should run before he discovers the truth. But she doesn't because as much as she hates him, her body betrays her every time he's near.
But secrets buried in the dark always come to light. And when Miguel discovers that the girl he craves and the stepsister he despises are the same person, it won't just shatter them, it'll burn down everything they thought they knew.
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Chapter: Brother's Little WhoreThrowback: Three Years AgoThe headquarters of Alvarez & Sons was a fortress of glass and steel, designed to make anyone who entered feel small. Inés walked through the lobby, her oversized trench coat cinched tight despite the warmth of the building. She kept her head down, her eyes fixed on Miguel’s expensive leather shoes as she followed him toward the executive elevators.Their father had insisted on this orientation. Santiago wanted Inés to understand the family business, to see the empire she was now technically a part of. But to Inés, the building felt like a giant cage."Stay here," Miguel commanded as they reached the glass-walled lounge of the executive suite. "I need to drop these files in the boardroom. Don't wander off. I don't want to have to hunt you down in my own office.""I'm not going anywhere, Miguel," Inés whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.Miguel gave her a sharp, impatient nod and disappeared behind the heavy oak doors. Iné
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Chapter: Beneath the ConcealerThrowback: Three Years Ago Uncle Clifford strode in, his purple sequined gown shimmering like a warning sign. He didn't offer his usual theatrical flair or a witty greeting. His face was a mask of fury, the veins in his neck bulging against his pearl choker. Carlos remained seated in the high backed leather chair, He slowly lowered the glass of scotch from his lips, his eyes tracking Clifford’s frantic movement across the rug. "You’ve got a lot of nerve sitting there looking like a saint," Clifford hissed, slamming his palms onto the desk. "I just spent the last thirty minutes dabbing concealer on Red’s back. There are raw, angry welts that look like they were delivered by someone who wanted to break her spirit." Carlos set his glass down with a soft clink. "Didn't she say it was an aciddent, Clifford?" "I know you know what really happened!" Clifford shouted, his voice cracking with a rare, raw emotion. "She told me she fell, those weren't from a fall."Carlos leaned forward
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Chapter: The Birthday GlitchThrowback: Three Years AgoMaria sat at the center of the VIP booth, her silk dress catching the light. Everyone kept looking at her, but she wasn't paying attention to any of it. Her focus was on Miguel.Miguel was slouched in the armchair beside her, holding a drink he hadn't touched. He was staring at nothing. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "Miguel?" Maria leaned in, her perfume a heavy, floral cloud. She draped an arm over his shoulder, her manicured nails digging slightly into his blazer. "Babe, you haven't said a word since the appetizers came out. And now, everyone’s asking if you’re okay." Miguel didn't blink. He just let out a slow, heavy breath. "I’m fine, Maria. Just a long week." "A long week?" Maria’s voice took on a sharp, small edge. She forced a laugh for the benefit of the girls watching from the next table. "It’s my birthday, Miguel. You promised we’d celebrate, but you’ve been acting like a ghost all night." Carlos, sitting directly a
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Chapter: The Plain Boring GirlThrowback: Three Years Ago"I need a break," Miguel had groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Go grab us some water or a coffee, Carlos. I need to finish this projection before the board call for another meeting."Carlos walked down the grand hallway, his leather soles clicking rhythmically. He had been upstairs in Miguel’s private study for two hours, buried under a mountain of real estate proposals and acquisition contracts. Miguel was obsessive when he worked, a trait Carlos found both useful and pathetic.He pushed open the heavy swinging doors to the kitchen. Standing by the central island, her back to him, was a girl wrapped in a sweater three sizes too large. Her hair was pulled back into a messy, unremarkable bun.Inés.Carlos leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He watched her for a moment as she poured water into a glass. She looked small. She was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a thick knit cardigan that hid every curve of her body.He felt a jolt of pure, dark amusemen
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Chapter: Puppet MasterCarlos Mendoza sat in the oversized leather chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes were fixed on the center screen, which showed the interior of the primary VIP room. The footage was silent, but the body language told the entire story. On the screen, Miguel Alvarez was sitting on the edge of a plush velvet sofa, his face a mask of stunned, breathless adoration. Opposite him stood Red, her fiery wig shimmering under the dim amber lights of the private suite. Uncle Clifford stood behind the desk, his lace fan frozen mid-air. He leaned in closer to the monitor, his eyes darting between the screen and Carlos’s calm profile."I’ve seen a lot of things in this business, honey," Clifford whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and genuine anxiety. "I’ve seen senators cry over a lap dance and CEOs beg for a phone number. But this is something else entirely."Carlos didn't blink. He watched as Miguel reached out to touch Red’s hand, only for her to subtly flinch and pul
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Chapter: Let The Show BeginThrowback: Three Years Ago Miguel was pacing the floor, his movements erratic and tense. He stopped at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the lights of the city, but he wasn't seeing them. His mind was miles away, trapped in the domestic nightmare that had become his daily life."I can't take it anymore, Carlos," Miguel groaned, finally turning around. He rubbed his temples with both hands, his face drawn and exhausted. "It’s not even enough that I get stressed at work. Dealing with the merger, the board of directors. But then I have to go home and deal with the rest of it."Carlos sat behind his massive desk, his hands folded neatly. He looked perfectly composed, a sharp contrast to Miguel’s disheveled state. "The rest of it? You mean the new family?""Yes," Miguel snapped, resuming his pacing. "The compulsory dinners every night, like clockwork. My father insists on it. He thinks sitting around a table will make us united. So I have to sit there and look at the faces of m
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 14“What the fuck, Dexter!” She jumps and turns to me with wide eyes, and I’m on her in a minute, storming forward until I have both shoulders in my grasp. I know I must look wild, because it’s how I feel, and Hailey’s looking back at me with fear in her eyes. “Let go!” She tries to wrench herself free of my hands but I dig my fingers in tight. “No,” I growl, my voice low and menacing. I lean forward and kiss her roughly, and she pulls away. “Stop it, Dexter!” “No.” I can’t stop it. Watching the spectacle of Ember and Xander pretending to be a nice, normal little couple has driven me to the edge of rage. I lower my mouth over Ember's again, forcing my tongue between her lips. I kiss her with all the force and passion I have inside of me until I feel her stop fighting, and she starts kissing me back. She wraps her arms around me, and her mouth becomes yielding—soft, and willing. I let go of her shoulders and wrap my arms around her, too, pulling her against me and kissing her
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 13[Dexter] “WHY DON’T YOU invite Xander over for dinner tonight?” Ingrid suggests. I look up from my phone in confusion. Xan stays for dinner a lot, and never with advance notice, so I don’t know why we’d invite him. Unless it has something to do with last night. A quiet dread sets in. “Sure,” I answer. “What time?” “Let’s say seven,” she says with a wink. “That will give Ember a little extra time to get ready.” And there it is. Ingrid thinks something is happening between Ember and Xan. I knew that was the risk, but it was better that they thought Ember was naked out in the garden with Xander than with me. I was taken by surprise when they walked out onto the pool deck just as I’d stepped behind the bar. ----- “There you are,” said Ingrid. “We were trying to figure out if you kids were home.” I picked up the only thing to hand, a barbecue lighter, and lifted it up. “Just needed a lighter for some candles,” I answered weakly, adding: “You two are home early.” “Terrible part
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 12 “I need your little pussy,” he growls, low and urgent, and almost knocks the breath out of me as he pushes me up against the wall and enters me. I cry out as he buries his full length inside of me and starts thrusting. He lifts one hand to my hair and moves it away from my ear, and he’s breathing against it as he pounds into me. “You hot little bitch,” he murmurs. “Do you know how fucking crazy you make me? How much I want you all the fucking time?” My cheek is pressed hard against the outer wall of the sauna, my face turned toward Xander, and I can’t help but look at him. He watches us with unabashed interest, his cock getting hard again, and I feel exposed and helpless… and extremely aroused. When he lifts a hand to start stroking himself, I boldly meet his eyes, inviting him to watch me. It’s turning me on, and I feel my pussy tightening and swelling as Dexter’s cock pumps in and out of me with perfect rhythm. “I’m going to come so hard,” moans Dexter, sounding raw
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 11Dexter smiles. No one dares speak for a minute, until Xander asks, “What do you want us to do?” I shrug, suddenly shy. “I don’t know. What do you usually do?” They look at each other and something passes between them. They’ve known each other for so long they can communicate like this, through a look. Dexter takes the lead. He stands up and moves over to sit beside Xander and says, “Well, there is no usual, but if I really wanted to get off, I might ask Xan to stroke it for me.” He leans back on his hands and the sight of the bulge in his shorts makes my pussy moisten. Xander reaches for it, sliding the waistband of Dexter’s shorts down and freeing his big, thick cock. He wraps his hand around the shaft, expertly working it up and down, and Dexter breathes out and licks his lips, keeping his eyes fixed on me. The rhythm of his breathing changes as Xander strokes him, and soon Dexter is getting visibly aroused, the head of his cock glistening with precum, and when he look
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 10[Ember]I DO NOT want to talk about Dexter with Tasha. So when she asks how my bullies-to-lovers story at home is going, I lie.“Oh, it’s actually fine,” I say with an unconvincing laugh. “Dexter’s been nicer lately.”Dexter has been anything but nice, I think bitterly, but I can’t bring myself to tell Tasha what happened. Her look makes me uncomfortable, like she can tell what’s going on.I just wish I could have told Tasha the one thing I wanted to tell her the most, that I slept with Dexter. But even though it’s something she’s jokingly encouraged me to do, I still think she’d be shocked to find out it actually happened. How could she not be grossed out that I slept with my own stepbrother?Remembering the feel of him inside me makes my skin tingle, remembering the intense and unguarded way he looked at me makes my heart race, even if he’s going to aggravate and frustrate me. I can’t stop thinking about him.My mom and Gareth went out to a party tonight and loaded up our UberEats a
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Chapter: Step-Bully: 9She snaps her head to me nervously. “Dexter, I’m not sure.” But I’m already sliding my hands over her hips, pushing her shorts down until they slip all the way to the floor and pool around her ankles. “I’ve decided I’m going to take your virginity after all,” I whisper in her ear, and I feel just the slightest shiver go through her. “Sit down.” She steps out of her shorts and lowers herself down onto the bed, sitting primly at the edge and looking up at me with a mix of nerves and determination. It’s fucking cute. “Have you ever given a guy a blowjob?”She shakes her head. Good. It turns me on to know that I’m her first. I’ve never been with a virgin before. The only virgin I've ever been with is Xander, I guess, since we figured out handjobs and blowjobs together, but I don’t think of what we do as sex. It’s just a mouth, a hand, a favour. I’ve fucked a few girls but none of them were virgins.My cock is hard and ready when I position it at her mouth, pushing lightly against he
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Sixty Days To Love My Enemy
What if you fell in love with one person you've sworn to destroy?
On her wedding night, Lara makes a vow not to love her husband, but to destroy him.
After her parents’ brutal assassination, she loses everything — their billion-dollar empire, their legacy, and her place in the world to London’s most feared billionaire, Amiir Blackwood. He forces her into marriage to claim her inheritance, and strips her of all power.
Now the former heiress serves coffee in her own father’s company while her husband rules from the top floor, untouchable.
When she refuses to spend the night as husband and wife, he gives her sixty days to submit—or lose everything she has left.
As she plots revenge, secrets surface that threaten to rewrite the past. The truth behind her parents’ deaths isn’t simple… and neither is the man she married.
In a world where power is currency and love is a weakness, she must choose: Will she become the weapon that destroys her husband…
Or the woman who changes the fate of an empire?
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Chapter: ~ The Jellyfish Wife ~I'm frozen in the entryway, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure he can hear it. "I was just—""Just what?" He doesn't move from his position by the window, but his stillness is more terrifying than any movement could be. "Having drinks with a colleague? With Edward Martinez?"How does he know Edward's full name? How does he know anything about tonight?"He's just a friend," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "A colleague from work.""A friend." Amiir repeats the word like it's something distasteful. "Since when do I allow you to have friends, Lara? Did I give you permission to make friends? Did I say you could go out drinking with strange men?"I feel anger flare through my fear. "Since when did you care about anything I do? You're never here. You're always out doing whatever—whoever—you want. But God forbid I have one drink with a coworker after the longest week of my life."The words are out before I can stop them, months of resentment spilling over."And besides," I
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Chapter: ~ Past Curfew ~[Lara's POV]"Did you just..." I stare at Edward, my heart still pounding from what just happened. "Did you just talk back to Amiir Blackwood?"Edward's calmly wiping coffee stains off my dress with paper towels, completely unbothered by the fact that he just committed what most people in this building would consider career suicide. Did he just defend me? The words come out as a whisper because no one has ever done that. Not since my parents died. Not once in this entire nightmare. "Edward, you don't understand what you've done—" "I understand perfectly." He tosses the stained towels in the trash and looks at me with those warm brown eyes that seem incapable of fear. "What I don't understand is how a gorgeous, intelligent woman like yourself ended up married to a man like that. It doesn't make any sense." "Nothing in my life makes sense anymore."The words slip out before I can stop them, and I immediately regret the vulnerability. But Edward just smiles—not with pity, but with so
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Chapter: ~ The New Hire ~It's been unusually quiet in the house lately.No tantrums from Lara, even when I've deliberately provoked her. Even her cooking has become shockingly edible after that salt disaster three weeks ago. It's as if she's finally accepted her fate, resigned herself to this marriage.And I can't stop waiting for the moment she'll finally crawl into my bed.We don't have all the time in the world. Every day that passes without her carrying my child is another day closer to them questioning the marriage's validity.But I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong.Lara's been glowing lately, and I know damn well I haven't contributed to that development in any way. I've checked the CCTV footage from the penthouse obsessively. Nothing unusual. She goes to the office, comes home, eats dinner in silence, locks herself in her bedroom.So where is this new lightness coming from? This brightness in her eyes that wasn't there before?... "Sir? Are you listening?"Cordelia's voice cuts through
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Chapter: ~ Clean Up The Mess ~ "Amiir, my man, you shouldn't be doing this. Please listen to me. I was forced, man. You know I would never go against you."I watch Michael squirm under the grip of my men, his face already swelling on one side, blood trickling from his split lip. He looks pathetic. They always do when the consequences finally catch up with them. "You knew the consequences of going against me," I say, my voice flat and cold. "But you agreed to it anyway. That means you're a big man, Michael. So now you should be able to handle a big man's punishment. Shut the hell up and take this spanking like the fucking man you claim to be."I spit to the side as my tobacco stick burns dangerously low between my fingers. Klein's call ripped me away from Henry's warmth barely an hour ago, dragged me from the one place where I can pretend to be human for a few stolen moments. Now I'm standing in this freezing warehouse in East London, watching a man I trusted betray me.And I am going to fully unleash every ounc
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Chapter: ~ Cans of Worms ~[Amiir's POV]I ring the bell for the third time, my patience wearing dangerously thin. My heart hammers against my ribs—not from fear, but from need. I've driven two hours through late evening traffic to get here, to the only place in London where I can breathe without the weight of a thousand expectations crushing my chest.Just as I lean forward to ring again, the door swings open.Henry stands there, shirtless and beautiful in the golden lamplight spilling from inside. My breath catches despite myself. But he's blocking the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, that stern look on his face that I've come to know too well. "You should be at home with your wife, Blackwood." His voice is cool, controlled. "What are you doing all the way out here in the Brooks, outside your safe city?"A small smile tugs at my lips. "I missed you too, Henry."I know this game. He does this angry-hurt routine whenever too much time passes between visits, and every single time, it's adorable in a way th
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Chapter: ~ His Pathetic Little Prisoner ~My hand trembled on the doorknob to Amiir's room. I'd been standing in the hallway for ten minutes, working up the courage, the kitchen knife heavy in my other hand.I turned the knob slowly, grateful when it moved without sound. I slipped inside, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet.The room was dark except for moonlight filtering through the curtains. I could make out the shape of him in the bed, a large form under the duvet, completely still. Sleeping peacefully.My heart hammered so hard I was sure it would wake him. I forced myself to breathe slowly, quietly, as I crept across the room toward the bed.This was insane. But what choice did I have? I was the crazy and delusional wife after all. So now he's going to see what real crazy looks like.I reached the bedside, raising the knife with both hands. The blade caught a sliver of moonlight.Do it. Just do it quickly. I brought the knife down hard.The duvet gave way too easily. No resistance. No sound except fabric tearing.I
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