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Chapter 56: Unveiled Pain

ผู้เขียน: Nicole Mariam
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-14 21:30:01
Davina's POV:

The thought of stepping outside, of breathing air not filtered through Ezra's penthouse or the one from the club, was a tantalizing, terrifying prospect. After hanging up with Lexi, a surge of defiant energy mixed with crippling dread. How would I even leave? Ezra had made it clear I was a prisoner, I could only go to the club with him and be back to his penthouse. My mind raced, contemplating defiance, but the sheer scale of his control. There was only one way.

I found Ezra in his private gym, a sleek, modern space humming with the low thrum of high-tech machinery. He was on the bench press, his powerful chest heaving, veins prominent in his forearms as he pushed an impossible amount of weight. Sweat sheened on his skin, glistening over taut muscles that flexed and rippled with each controlled movement. His black tank top clung to his torso, defining every sculpted line, his dark hair damp and falling across his forehead.

My mouth went dry. A primal, unwanted heat
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