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THE HEMSWORTH

Author: O.A PRESHY
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 04:34:35

DIVA POV

I sat in front of the mirror, brushing my hair slowly.

The comb in my hand trembled, not because of weakness, but rage.

My reflection stared back .. messy curls, smudged eyeliner, bruised skin still fading beneath makeup. But it was the eyes that scared even me… bloodshot, restless, hollow.

I wasn’t looking at Diva.

I was looking at someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize anymore.

Flashes came back … sharp and cruel. Xavier’s hands around my neck, the cold metal of the cuffs, the sting of leather across my skin. His voice whispering commands, always with a name on his lips that wasn’t mine.

Isabella.

His obsession wasn’t hidden. It was loud. Violent. Inescapable.

He didn’t want me.

He wanted her. Her innocence. Her voice. Her presence.

So he made me become her.

I remember the videos. Watching her smile. Studying her laugh. Wearing her scent. Walking in heels I hated, trying to mimic the tilt of her hips, the softness in her tone.

But no matter how hard I tried… he never saw
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