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26 — KANE’S OFFER…

Author: Blaq
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-18 23:59:15

ASTRID

Rage slithers through my veins like molten lava, burning harder with each insult that Claire’s minions hurl at me.

“You look really good in that maid’s uniform.” Aurora mocks, her eyes flashing with derision. “Cleaning after people might just be your true calling. It’s quite adorable how you thought you could ever be better than Claire.”

My fingers twitch as I fight the urge to poke them into the bitch’s eyes.

Instead of lashing out like they’re fully expecting, I stride into the room, focused on performing my duty and getting the hell out of here.

I only came here to speak with Silvan. All of these are mere distractions.

To my left, Claire grinds on Nathan’s dick like a cheap porn star.

It’s very clear that this — whatever this is— was a plan between her and her evil witch of a mother.

They’re so desperate to show me that Claire and Nathan are in love and in lust with each other. So desperate to make me witness what I lost.

What were they expecting? That I would collapse in
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