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Chapter Sixty-Six: The Hardest Part Came First

Author: Aveline Kryss
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-24 00:24:41

I stood at the centre with my revised proposal in hand, the first page now opening with Stage Zero: Prepare instead of anything softer or safer. I kept looking down at that page, and Damien noticed.

“Is it the beginning that scares you?” he asked.

“It is the part they cannot see,” I said.

“Then show them why it belongs at the beginning,” he answered.

I squeezed his hand before turning toward the entrance.

“I will wait where the room cannot borrow my name,” he said.

The board members were seated
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Aveline Kryss
That’s a fair distinction. Olivia’s experience isn’t identical to every woman Stage Zero is designed to support, and the story isn’t meant to suggest that it is. What she experienced was years of having her choices, opportunities and independence quietly controlled by people close to her. One of the things Olivia is still learning is where protection, manipulation and abuse begin to overlap. I really appreciate how closely you’re reading her journey ...️
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Fetia Osborne
Yes but not physically. Should she have left yes but she also could have stood up for herself and put everyone in there placed a long time before she was humiliated at her engagement party.
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Fetia Osborne
Where to start ? Well first you don’t mention the main characters name enough . And Olivia’s story wasn’t in the same category as the woman that would need to use the center. People (her family and ex fiancé)treated her badly used her for what they wanted uncaring how it affected her . Was it abuse.
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