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21-Confrontations

Author: Daisy_bell
last update publish date: 2026-01-27 17:34:55
[ IRIS’S POV ]

Her words landed like blows. I wanted to protest, to tell her she didn’t understand, but the truth sat in my chest like a stone. And tell her how part of me wants her fiancé’s mouth all over my body. But I couldn’t.

“Do you even know? Do you know what kind of man Salvatore is? When he claims, no one can take it.”

“I know what he is,” I said softly. “I also know what I am. I’m not his victim, Sofia. I’m not weak. I will survive… and I will.”

Sofia’s eyes softened
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