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Chapter 111- His Protection

Author: NIGHT OWL
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 17:07:19

Mr De Vito’s room was darker than mine, larger too, and colder. But in that moment, wrapped in his arms, I barely noticed anything but the unrelenting tremble in my limbs and the storm still howling in my chest. He set me down gently on the edge of his bed, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a moment, as if afraid I might shatter if he let go.

"Wait here," he said, voice low and rough, tight with barely restrained fury. "I need to talk to my security team."

"No," I whispered, clutching his hand before he could step away. My fingers closed around his like a lifeline. My heart was pounding again. Not because of him, but because the idea of being alone—even in his room—sent panic crawling back up my spine. I glanced at the door like it might swing open any second, like the shadow might return.

He looked down at me. His jaw clenched, eyes dark and burning. He gave a short nod.

"Alright. You’re coming with me."

Still holding my hand, he helped me up. I followed him wordlessly out of the
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