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36. The Day Tony Stepped into My Life
Rima’s POV
Two Months Ago
It had been six days since Dominic's demise, and my brutal punishment for daring to escape the clutches of my husband, Goerge.
My body ached with the agony of my wounds, the deep scars he had left on me. I was sleeping on my stomach, the pain on my back still raw and throbbing. Sleep had become a luxury ever since George’s sudden arrest in the midst of a drug trade. Despite his goons keeping a watchful eye on me, ensuring I couldn't seize his imprisonment as an opportunity to flee, his absence brought a sense of relief. I found myself praying fervently, hoping he would never taste freedom again. Even if it meant being caged in this gilded prison myself, it was a price I was willing to pay, as long as I was spared from his terrifying presence.
My slumber was ruptured by a series of loud gunshots reverberating through the mansion. Initially, I was petrified, frozen in fear. But the sound of shattering windows and stray
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