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Chapter 6 – Torn Apart

Author: Ella Mahmud
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The night air outside Adrien’s mansion was colder than she remembered. Elena wrapped her coat tighter around her shoulders as the guard led her back to the waiting car. She could still feel the weight of his eyes on her, even though he was nowhere in sight.

Her fingers itched to throw the folder out the window, to rip it apart and scatter the pieces into the wind. But she couldn’t. It sat on her lap like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, every page binding her tighter to him.

A marriage contract.

She pressed her lips together until they hurt. The words echoed in her mind with every bump of the road as the car wound back toward the city.

Marriage. To Adrien D’Angelo.

She had less than twenty-four hours to decide.

When the car finally pulled into her street, the familiar sight of their small, worn-down house nearly broke her. The porch light was still on — her mother’s way of telling her she was waiting, worrying.

“Elena?” Her mother was at the door the moment she stepped out. Her
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