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Chapter 17: Sanctuary and Scars
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2026-10-10 04:04:51POV: Dr. Clara Bennett
The heavy oak door of the penthouse suite swung closed behind us, cutting off the rest of the world.
Sophie had been safely dropped off at her apartment under the watchful eye of two of Tristan’s most trusted security personnel. Now, in the quiet expanse of the Gold Coast high-rise, only the soft hum of the city lights below kept us company.
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POV: Dr. Clara BennettThe smooth black leather of the folder felt cool against my fingers. Reinstated. My medical license was safe, my hospital privileges intact, and the threat Harrison had held over my head had been reduced to a pathetic “technical administrative error.”“He’s going to use the press conference to ruin you, isn’t he?” I asked softly, looking across the marble island at Tristan. “Harrison won’t just sit back and let you walk into that boardroom.”Tristan set his tablet down, his dark brows drawing together as he studied me. “Harrison will say whatever his public relations team writes for him. He will claim my return is an elaborate identity fraud or that I’m unstable. He’s desperate, Clara. Desperate men make
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POV: Dr. Clara BennettMy heart hammered against my ribs, echoing in the quiet space between our lips. Tristan didn’t pull away, nor did he close the tiny gap remaining between us. He simply held me there, his warm hand steady against the nape of my neck, letting the truth of his words settle into my bones.“You play a dangerous game, Tristan,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the penthouse climate control.“It’s only a game if you can afford to lose,” he replied softly. His gray eyes held mine for a long second before he finally let his hand slide down my arm, his fingers gently releasing me. “You’ve had a long night, Clara. You need rest.”He walked over to a hallway branching off the main living area, gesturing for me to follow. He opened a heavy oak door, revealing a spacious guest suite lined with soft amber lighting, a king-sized bed wrapped in crisp white linens, and a private floor-to-ceiling view of the snow-dusted city.“Everything you need is in the bath
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