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Ch. 31 – The Heartbreak Reveal

作者: Pauline Maxwell
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-11 00:35:36

The mansion slept under a wash of moonlight, but Mia couldn’t.

Not tonight.

Not with Mark’s words—You have it. Distance.—still echoing in her skull like a bruise.

She tossed and turned until the blanket suffocated her. Her thoughts refused to settle. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face in the security room—tired, guarded, hurting in a way she didn’t understand.

Or didn’t want to understand.

Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and slipped out of bed, pushing her door open quietly. The hallway was dim, cold, the marble floors catching silver streaks from the moon.

She didn’t know where she was going.

She just walked.

Maybe she needed air. Maybe she needed to clear her mind. Maybe she needed—God help her—to see him.

Her footsteps softened as she approached the back staircase that led to the lower floor. That was when she heard it—

A voice.

Low. Rough. Familiar.

Mark.

Mia froze at the landing, her fingers curling around the railing. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but his vo
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