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38. Alone.

Author: Vera Wealth
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-31 23:33:16

Melissa.

I lay there, trembling, my body screaming in pain, the echoes of Fredrick’s blows still ringing in my head. The room was silent except for the faint sound of my ragged breathing. I wanted to curl up, to disappear, to let the world forget I even existed.

And then… the door creaked open.

My heart jolted violently, a mix of dread and anticipation surging through me. I barely lifted my head before my father, standing in the doorway, strode in. His presence was suffocating, his eyes cold, s
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