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CHAPTER 19

Author: YTL
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-11 23:03:27

Elara POV

I didn't move. I lay sprawled on the bed, still slick with sweat, the scent of Adrian and my own raw exhaustion filling the air. The heavy sheets were tangled around my legs, and the sight of his torn white shirt on the floor was the only proof that the last four hours had been anything more than a violent fever dream. I was physically incapable of rising, but my mind was raging with the terrifying clarity of the secrets he had forced from me.

The inner door chime sounded exactly five minutes after he left. Amelia.

I didn't reach for the sheet. I was done hiding.

The door opened, and Amelia walked in, composed and immaculate in a severe navy suit. Her eyes scanned the room—the torn linen, the rumpled sheets, my naked, spent body—but her professional expression didn't waver. She carried a sleek tablet, a garment bag, and a small, leather-bound folder.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Flores,” Amelia said, her voice crisp, devoid of judgment. She placed the tablet on the bedside table and
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