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Chapter 17
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2026-08-24 04:32:08
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CLARA The silence that followed was total. Hundreds of wealthy guests held their breath, frozen in place. I stood rooted to the spot under his gaze, my whole body shaking despite my desperate attempt to control it. Up close, Gabriel Vance was even more frightening than the rumors suggested. His broad chest rose and fell evenly beneath his dark jacket. Behind me, my father swallowed hard. Panic rolled off Richard Montgomery in choking waves. He hurried forward, his forehead shining with cold sweat. "Mr. Vance! Please, let me explain!" my father squeaked, his voice cracking with panic. "This is... this is Evelyn! She just had a small accident at home this morning. She fell down the stairs, you see. That’s why she has that awful bruise on her cheek. She was so eager to marry you that she insisted on coming anyway!" What a pathetic liar. Gabriel didn't even turn his head toward my father. His gaze remained glued to my face, scanning every detail—the trembling of my lower lip, the
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The small metal door suddenly flies open, and one of my father’s hired guards stumbles into the room. His face has gone deathly pale, sweat runs down his temples, and sheer terror is written across his wide eyes. “We have to leave! Now!” he shouts, his voice breaking as he struggles to catch his breath. “Black armored trucks just smashed through Sector 4’s front gates! It’s Gabriel Vance’s private strike force! They’ve surrounded the entire dock!” My mother shrieks and lets her umbrella fall from her hand. It hits the dusty floor with a dull thud. “What? How could he possibly find us this fast? You promised this place was hidden!” “I don’t know!” the guard cries, stumbling backward toward the hallway. “They have heavy rifles! They’re slaughtering our men at the entrance! If we don’t use the rear sea tunnel immediately, none of us are getting out alive!” The room erupts into chaos. My father’s face darkens to a furious red as he grinds his teeth, panic and rage twisting his featur
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The small metal door suddenly flies open, and one of my father’s hired guards stumbles into the room. His face has gone deathly pale, sweat runs down his temples, and sheer terror is written across his wide eyes.“We have to leave! Now!” he shouts, his voice breaking as he struggles to catch his breath. “Black armored trucks just smashed through Sector 4’s front gates! It’s Gabriel Vance’s private strike force! They’ve surrounded the entire dock!”My mother shrieks and lets her umbrella fall from her hand. It hits the dusty floor with a dull thud. “What? How could he possibly find us this fast? You promised this place was hidden!”“I don’t know!” the guard cries, stumbling backward toward the hallway. “They have heavy rifles! They’re slaughtering our men at the entrance! If we don’t use the rear sea tunnel immediately, none of us are getting out alive!”The room erupts into chaos.My father’s face darkens to a furious red as he grinds his teeth, panic and rage twisting his features. H
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High heels clicked loudly against the cracked concrete floor. I forced my swollen, heavy eyelids open, squinting through the dim yellow light of the single desk lamp.My mother, Eleanor, walked into the room.She wore her dark green fur coat, holding a scented handkerchief tightly against her nose as if the very air I breathed was disgusting to her. She looked around the dirty room with sneering eyes before her gaze finally landed on me, tied tight to the cold metal chair."Goodness, Richard," my mother said, her voice sharp and cold, lacking any trace of warmth. "It smells like a sewer in here. Must you keep her in such a filthy place?""She doesn't deserve better, Eleanor," my father growled from the corner, wiping down a long metal rod with a rag. "Besides, no one comes down to these old docks. It is the safest place to finish the transformation."Evelyn sat at the wooden table, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she applied a dark shade of lipstick, matching the color I usually
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I sat motionless in my wheelchair, surrounded by dozens of glowing screens. Hours had passed since Clara vanished from the estate. Hours of suffocating hell. The room was filled with tension. Every guard, tech operator, and analyst in my private security team was working frantically, their fingers flying across keyboards as they tracked traffic cameras, phone towers, and private satellite feeds across the city.My broad shoulders were rigid, my large hands gripping the armrests so hard the leather was beginning to tear beneath my knuckles.I hadn't slept. I hadn't moved. The possessive rage burning inside my chest grew hotter with every tick of the clock on the wall."Boss!" Luke called suddenly, rushing into the room with a tablet in his hand. His face was tense, his sharp eyes focused. "We got it."I snapped my head toward him, my dark eyes narrowing. "Speak."Luke tapped the tablet, sending a high-definition map onto the largest monitor on the central wall. A blinking red dot appea
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Deep inside the thick forest far away from the noisy city center, there stood only one small wooden house. It sat completely alone, surrounded by tall pine trees, green bushes, and the soft rustle of wind through the leaves. No cars ever drove down this quiet dirt path. No city lights reached this dark, peaceful woods.Inside the small back room of the house, a woman lay motionless on a simple wooden bed, covered with a thick hand-sewn blanket.She looked pale and thin. Her face was completely still, her eyes closed as if she were lost in a deep, endless sleep. A small candle burned softly on the wooden bedside table, casting a warm, gentle glow across her peaceful features.Standing around the wooden bed were four people: an old couple with silver hair and their two grown sons.The old man, Thomas, held a small bowl of warm water and a clean white cloth. His wife, Martha, sat on the edge of the mattress, gently wringing out another wet cloth to place on the sleeping woman’s forehead.
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