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Chapter 7

Author: Meranda
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-18 01:49:07
I couldn’t move. Not even blink.

I sat frozen in my chair as the sounds of applause and cheerful chatter faded into the background as I stared up at the portrait that had just been revealed. The canvas was large, the colours deep and bright. It hovered over me like the ghost of a new world I was sucked unintentionally into.

The picture was me—not just a resemblance, or trick of light, me. Every angle of the woman’s face was an exact replica of mine. The cheekbones, the jaw, the arch of her brows, the haunting depth of her eyes, and by the goddess, even the shape of her lips were just like mine—soft, full, with a slight downward tilt of a knowing frown.

My stomach twisted as I stared, trying to understand what I was seeing. My clammy hands gripped the soft fabric of my dress. My head spun, like my body was shutting down to make space for the panic rising within. I couldn’t remember sitting for the photo, so it definitely wasn’t me. So how did they have it? How could Varic, a man I had j
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  • He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate   Chapter 22

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    Nadia’s POV“I’m never fighting again,” I mused to myself as I walked down the hall and into my room. Every inch of my body ached, even the parts I didn’t know could throb—my muscles pulled, bones creaked and thigh burned. How could anyone go through this and still want to brawl? Slamming the door shut, I flopped onto my bed, loving the softness of the sheets around me unlike Varic’s hands when he caught my fall.I groaned, covering my face with my hands. I could feel the redness grow. Get a hold of yourself! I shunned myself, but it was of no use. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and the way he felt against me—his touch, his eyes, his heat and that damn cocky smirk like he could tell how much he affected me.After I left the training ground, I busied myself with everything—anything. I followed Samira around like a lost puppy which made her almost faint with anxiety. She made me decide the dishes which would be served in the luncheon and asked for my opinion on the decorations too.

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