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Chapter 24: Stripped Bare

Author: Twistella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 23:42:52

Arabella

I lay there, shivering on the cold tiles, long past the point of knowing how much time had passed.

Minutes? Hours? I couldn’t tell. My body ached from lying curled in that corner, but I didn’t move.

My eyes were dry now, completely. Every tear had already been shed. I had cried until my chest burned, until there was nothing left to give. Now, all that remained was fury. Cold, bitter fury.

Rage pulsed through my veins hotter than any fever.

I hated him.

I hated Lucas.

That twisted, heartless bastard who had humiliated me, broken me down, and played me like a puppet.

Everything about him, his voice, his gaze, the way he carried himself like the world should bow at his feet.

The fear I once felt had vanished, burned away by what he’d done to me. There was only hate now. A hate so sharp, it sliced through the numbness like glass.

Every time he demanded something, I swore I would give him the exact opposite. I would be his thorn, his nightmare. If misery was the only power I h
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