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THE PRICE OF TRUTH

Penulis: Ellista Martins
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-16 20:54:41

Lucas’s POV

Tears streamed silently down Eva’s face, but she said nothing. Her body trembled as though every muscle in her was holding in something dangerous—something too heavy to bear.

I stared at her, unable to take the silence anymore.

My patience was done.

In one swift move, I took her by the wrist and led her through the hallway. She didn’t protest. Her fingers curled weakly in mine, her steps unsure—like she knew this moment was long overdue.

We reached my bedroom. I shut the door behind us, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment like a gavel.

I turned to face her. Her back was against the wall, her eyes still shining with unshed tears. A thousand thoughts must’ve been battling in her mind, but she stayed silent. Always hiding. Always running.

But not today.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Eva,” I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I need to know. I deserve to know.”

She didn’t answer.

So I stepped closer. “Do you remember that day? The hotel?”

Her eyes widened
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