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Chapter 24: The Public Execution

作者: MSDELILAH
last update 公開日: 2026-04-26 22:58:15

The drive home from the hospital was a quiet, suffocating descent into a new reality. Elias remained in his suite, guarded by men who now watched me with a mix of pity and suspicion. I, on the other hand, had become a ghost. I didn't return to the penthouse to sleep; I returned because it was the only place that felt like the epicenter of the storm.

I stood on the balcony, watching the city lights blink with a rhythmic, cold indifference. I had slapped the face of the most powerful man in the c
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