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Chapter 9

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last update publish date: 2026-06-04 16:08:44

Serena’s pov

I stared from Damien to Lilliana and the laugh kept coming, I was unable to stop it.

The pressure from his hand still lingered around my throat. My shoulder hurt from where he shoved me into the wall.

Damian frowned immediately. “What is funny?”

I lifted my chin. “Go ahead.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

I stared directly into his eyes. “Slap me again.”

The room fell silent. I took a step forward, grabbed his hand and placed it back on my throat, daring him to do his worse.

“Do it.”
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