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Chapter 61

Author: Sabastine
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 01:22:41

Novah’s POV

Ashton had already disappeared towards the sink. I murmured a thank you and fled towards the downstairs powder room, needing a moment alone, a moment to splash cold water on my burning face, to try and scrub away the evidence of my weakness.

Staring into the mirror above the ornate sink, the face looking back was a stranger’s. Pale. Eyes swollen and haunted, the dark circles beneath them like bruises. Lips bitten raw. *Pathetic Omega.* Loveth’s sneer echoed in the tiled silence. *Stalker. Creep.* Ashton’s cold detachment. The whispers in the hallways. It all coalesced into the reflection staring back – a ghost in her own home, a burden, an object of ridicule. How could Camilia not see it? How could anyone miss the brand of failure stamped so clearly?

I splashed water, the cold shock a brief reprieve. *Ignore it.* Ashton’s command. But how? The poison wasn’t just outside; it was *in* me now. Seeping into my shallow thoughts, coloring everything grey. I took a shaky breath,
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