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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE (ELI'S POV)

Author: Abby Gale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-12 08:00:24

The room was too quiet. Too luxurious. Too suffocating.

I sat on the edge of the silk-covered bed, my fingers curling into a fist on the sheets, trying to ground myself. The chandelier above me cast golden light over the space, but it all felt artificial, like I was in a dollhouse—one where Don Ricci controlled every little piece.

The door opened with a soft click.

I didn’t look up. I didn’t have to.

His presence was unmistakable, a slow-moving deadly force that filled the room, even when he hadn’t said a word. He looks too refined to be a monster. But I knew better.

“You haven’t touched your dinner,” Ricci’s voice was soft but it sounded like he was still amused. “What a shame. My chef is world-class.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Mm.” He walked closer, and I stiffened when he stopped just in front of me. “That’s a problem. I need you strong, Eli.”

The way he said my name—low and seductive—sent an involuntary shi
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