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Chapter Ten Part 3: Breaking Point

Penulis: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-01 09:36:53

"Jesus."

"He came into the storage facility about five weeks ago. To rent a unit." Novalee's voice was flat, mechanical. "He was... wrong. From the first moment. The way he looked at me. Talked to me. Like I was already his."

She told Greysen everything. The escalating visits. The threats. The night at the club when he followed her to the bathroom and—

Her voice broke. She took another drink. A longer one.

"He raped you," Greysen said, their voice shaking with fury.

"Yeah." Novalee finished her
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