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Chapter Sixty-Two.
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2026-08-05 03:00:00DEREK’S FINAL GAMBLE.
Derek’s POV.
The small table in the center of the filthy basement apartment was covered in old grease and dirt, and I sat there staring at the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling while listening to the heavy footsteps of people walking on the sidewalk directly above my small window. I had been hiding in this dark hole for the last twenty-four hours after escaping from the harbor warehouse, and my clothes were completely ruined from the m
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STRAINING THE BOND.Emma’s POV.The ride back from the restaurant was completely silent as the private car brought us up the private driveway, and the transition from putting Pearl and Gina to sleep in their bedrooms to walking back into our master suite was heavy as Nathan closed the door behind us. The girls had cried for almost an hour before Sarah finally helped us settle them down with hot milk, while my mind was completely exhausted, angry, and drained from watching Chloe lean over our table to touch my daughters."Emma, please let me pour you a glass of water so you can sit down on the sofa and take a deep breath after that awful incident," Nathan said, setting his jacket onto the side chair before walking toward the small table where the glass bottle was resting."I don't want a glass of water, Nathan, I want to know how much longer my daughters and I have to live like prisoners inside our own home while your past girlfriend stalks our entire family," I replied, my voice sharp
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