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Gwen

The thing about cages is that you don’t notice the bars until you start testing them. Once you do, you feel them everywhere.

I woke before dawn with my heart racing, not from a nightmare, those had grown dull with repetition, but from clarity. The kind that arrived quietly and refused to leave.

My body lay still beneath the sheets, but my mind was already moving, retracing conversations, glances, silences that had once felt benign and now revealed their teeth. Camilla believed I was manag
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    Gwen That night, the storm finally broke. Not emotionally but literally. Thunder rolled across the city just after midnight, rattling the tall windows of the east wing hard enough to wake the entire house. And three seconds later, Kayla screamed. I was already moving before my mind caught up. The guest room door swung open at the same moment Adrian emerged from the opposite hallway. Kayla’s cries tore through the corridor again. Not loud tantrum crying. Terror. Pure terror. Adrian reached the room first. I followed immediately behind him. Kayla was curled tightly beneath the blankets trembling violently, tiny hands over her ears while lightning flashed across the darkened room. “No no no no...” “It’s okay.” Adrian’s voice remained calm instantly. “Bug, look at me.” Another thunderclap sounded. Kayla flinched so hard she nearly fell sideways off the bed. My chest constricted painfully. Because she wasn’t awake fully. This was memory panic. Trauma surfacing through sleep. “Mason’s a

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    After the Breaking Point

    GwenThe sunroom never recovered after that. Not fully. Even after Kayla calmed down. Even after Miguel quietly led her toward the garden to help her breathe through the panic the way Dr. Liang taught her. The room itself felt haunted now. Like truth had finally clawed its way into the walls.I stood near the fireplace staring at Matteo’s blood smeared across the broken glass scattered near the hearth. Nobody had cleaned it yet because nobody seemed able to move.My mother remained seated on the floor beside the sofa, crying into trembling hands while my father stood behind her helplessly, one hand pressed against the back of her shoulder. Sebastian looked pale with fury. And Adrian… Adrian stood near the doorway watching the garden through the windows where Miguel walked slowly beside Kayla beneath the rain-covered trees.His expression terrified me. Not because he looked angry. Because he looked calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that existed right before irreversible things happened.

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    The Things Children Reveal

    GwenNobody recovered from that moment properly. Not really. The house continued moving afterward. Staff brought tea. Someone answered a phone call somewhere upstairs. Rain kept falling beyond the windows. But everything felt altered now. Because trauma looked different when trapped inside a child.My mother sat quietly in the sunroom an hour later while Kayla colored at the far end of the long coffee table beside Adrian. Not beside me. And strangely, that no longer hurt the way it once would have. Because I understood now that safety was earned patiently. Not inherited automatically.Kayla hummed softly to herself while drawing tiny uneven stars with a purple crayon. Every few seconds her fingers brushed against Adrian’s sleeve unconsciously, checking he was still there. He never moved far enough for her to lose contact. Never once.Sebastian noticed too. I saw it in the way his expression shifted watching them. Not pity but understanding. Matteo entered carrying a plate of sliced fr

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    The Magnitude Of The Damage

    GwenAdrian was still in the study with Sebastian and my father when the front gates opened again. At first, nobody paid attention. Cars came and went constantly at the Cruize estate. Could be, staff, security or deliveries. But then I heard Matteo downstairs. Not speaking but laughing. A startled kind of laugh.Curious despite myself, I stepped out from the upstairs corridor and moved toward the staircase just as the front doors opened. Miguel Santos walked in carrying a small pink backpack over one shoulder. And beside him, was none other than Kayla. My breath caught instantly.She stood half-hidden behind Miguel’s leg in a pale yellow sweater, tiny fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his coat. Her dark curls were tied into uneven little puffs that Adrian definitely did not know how to style properly yet.My chest tightened painfully at the sight. She looked so small inside this enormous house. Miguel noticed me first. His expression softened immediately.b“There’s my favorit

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    What Was Taken

    GwenLater that night, after the files were packed away and my father finally convinced Sebastian to sleep for at least four hours, the house quieted into something fragile. Not peace but exhaustion.I stood alone outside the study balcony doors staring at rainwater dripping from the stone railing when Adrian stepped beside me. Neither of us spoke immediately. The city lights shimmered faintly beyond the storm, blurred gold against darkness. “You’re cold,” Adrian said quietly. “I’m thinking.” “That usually means you’re cold too.”A weak smile tugged briefly at my mouth. There was something dangerous about how easily he could read me now. Or maybe he always could. Maybe I had simply forgotten. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. “My mother looked at me differently today.”Adrian leaned one shoulder lightly against the doorway beside me. “How?” I swallowed slowly. “Like she finally saw me instead of…” My throat tightened slightly. “Instead of the version of me Camilla built in her

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    The Study

    GwenThe study smelled like cedarwood, old paper, and tension. Rain pressed heavily against the tall windows while Sebastian spread financial records across the massive desk one file at a time. Matteo leaned against the bookshelf with folded arms, restless energy vibrating through him constantly.My father poured whiskey. Adrian stood beside the desk reading silently. And somehow that alone changed the room. Stillness followed him everywhere. Not passive stillness. Controlled stillness. The kind predators possessed before deciding whether violence was necessary.I sat near the fireplace clutching untouched tea between my hands while trying not to stare at him every five seconds like some emotionally compromised teenager. Which, frankly, was becoming embarrassing. Sebastian slid another folder toward Adrian. “These transfers started about four months after Gwen disappeared.”Adrian scanned the pages quickly. “Weston’s consultation fees.” “Indirectly routed,” Sebastian confirmed. “Enoug

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    Night Signals

    Gwen’s POVNight fell gently over the estate, the way it always did, quiet, deceptive, and wrapped in silk and soft lighting meant to suggest peace. I had learned by now that silence here was never empty. It listened.The maids moved with practiced care as they prepared my room for the night. Curta

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    Conversations That Wear Two Faces

    Gwen’s POV Once I got the earrings, something in me settled. I knew that the family was compromised and Camilla had them all in the palm if her hands. However, I had Adrian Salvador, and I had chosen to trust him again. I was no longer alone and that made me smile. Julian walked on my right, clo

  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    The Signal She Chose

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  • A Kiss For Every Bruise    The Things That Were Always Mine

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