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Chapter 94

作者: Anney GW
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-23 23:20:24

ELISHA’S POV

I woke to the sound of footsteps. Light ones—quick, practiced—moving in a rhythm I’d come to recognize. Somewhere in the hallway, voices murmured low, too distant to make out clearly.

For a moment, I just lay there, motionless under the soft duvet, staring up at the ornate plasterwork above me. The early light spilled across the room in amber lines, but my chest stayed heavy. It wasn’t fatigue—it was weight. Like something dense and invisible had wrapped itself around me in the night and was holding me to the bed.

Eventually, I sat up. Slowly.

My throat was dry. My shoulders ached.

But it was progress. At least I didn’t wake up crying this time.

And I would never cry again.

A soft, polite knock came on the door.

“Enter.”

The butler stepped in and his eyes dropped respectfully.

“Mrs. Möll—Miss Montgomery,” he corrected himself quickly.

I nodded, my voice thin. “Yes?”

“Breakfast has been prepared, ma’am. Mr. Möller requested it personally.”

“I didn’t ask for anything,” I
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Heather W
I can't even feel bad for her anymore. She walked right back into captivity, KNOWING what he was capable of. Anything that happens to her after WILLINGLY walking back in there, she deserves.
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Bindu Thomas
why did she come back after escaping, just to confirm a suspicion and confront him. I hope she manages escape while she is in Japan
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