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The proposition

作者: Constyken
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-24 18:24:58

The cold, oppressive atmosphere of the mansion pressed down on Leora as she paced back and forth in her new, luxurious prison. The grand chandelier above sparkled in the muted light, its beauty starkly contrasting the weight of her decision. She had done it. She had proposed a contract marriage to Don Allerick, her father’s enemy, in exchange for her freedom. But now, standing here, she couldn’t help but wonder if her gamble had been worth it.

Her father’s cruel plan to marry her off to a man she despised had left her with only one choice: escape. But in the vast, uncharted world of the Mafia, what had she truly escaped to? What kind of freedom was this? The answer, she feared, was none at all.

The day had dragged on in agonizing silence. Allerick had hardly spoken to her, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the suffocating realization that she was tied to him in a way she hadn’t anticipated. The contract was signed, but the consequences—those weighed heavily on her soul.

A knock
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