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The Beginning Of The Fall
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2025-12-01 21:45:51
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IRIS.My apartment felt like a tomb. After the sterile, high-octane tension of Aiden’s penthouse, the silence here was heavy enough to bruise. I sat on my velvet sofa, staring at the dust motes dancing in the moonlight, my skin still crawling from the way Aiden had looked at me when he threw me out. Like I was a virus he’d finally cured.I was free. So why did I feel like I was waiting for the floor to drop?A sharp, rhythmic knocking hammered against the door. My heart did a frantic somersault against my ribs. I peered through the peephole, and the air left my lungs.Derrick.I pulled the door open, and before I could even draw a breath to speak, he was in my space. He smelled of expensive sandalwood and something metallic. His trademark “Golden Boy” grin was gone, replaced by a look of frantic, calculated devotion. Before I could move, his hands were on my face, and he pressed his lips to mine.It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claim.“Have you been crying?” he murmured against my skin, hi
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IRIS.Three days.Seventy-two hours of silence, room service, and the maddening scent of expensive cedarwood candles. The luxury wasn’t a comfort; it was a psychological chokehold.I was going out of my mind.To keep from screaming, I focused on the one thing they hadn’t stripped away: my brain.I had swiped a leather-bound notebook and a heavy Montblanc pen from the study during my brief, supervised walk to the library yesterday. Now, sitting cross-legged on the floor away from the door, I treated it like a war map.I wasn’t writing a diary. I was building a dossier.Guard rotation: Shifts change every six hours. 6 AM, 12 PM, 6 PM, 12 AM.Staff: Three maids, one butler. None make eye contact. All terrified.Aiden: Volatile. Narcissistic. Calculates everything.My hand cramped as I scribbled, pouring my frustration onto the paper. It was dangerous — if he found this, I was dead — but the risk made me feel alive. It made me feel like me, not just the prisoner in the penthouse.The lock
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