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The Silent Strike

Author: Honeymia
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-30 22:10:26

Elena point of view

I hid the silver knife flat against my lower back, the cold pressing into my skin like a warning, a promise, a reminder of why I was here. In my hand, I held a cup of wine, the liquid dark and rich, and inside it, the poison Rosa had prepared—just a finger’s worth, enough to weaken him, not enough to stop him immediately. It was cruel, calculated, and necessary.

I entered the house quietly, stepping over the threshold with the calm of someone returning home. Walter was already seated, his eyes scanning the room, but he didn’t notice me at first. He finished his meal, setting the plate aside. His glass was empty. Perfect.

I moved toward him, deliberately slow, deliberately intimate, placing my hand over his chest. The steady beat of his heart thudded against my palm—too strong, too alive. My voice softened. “You can do anything you want right now,” I murmured, the words sweet and deceptively tender.

Every syllable was a lie, but it dripped from my lips easily, becau
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