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Chapter Sixty-One: Assault

作者: Ommylove
last update 公開日: 2026-06-03 21:16:43

At the warehouse, the air was thick with dust and the faint smell of rust and damp concrete. A single hanging bulb swung slightly overhead, casting flickering shadows across the cold floor. Aurelia was tied up at a corner, her wrists bound tightly to a metal rod behind her back, her ankles secured to the legs of a heavy chair. Her body ached from the rough handling during the kidnapping, and her mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. The gag had been removed earlier, but her voice felt raw
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    The night air was cool and heavy as Selene and Mara left the hotel suite. The two women moved quickly through the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor. Selene had changed into a dark jacket and jeans, her face set in a mask of cold determination. Mara walked beside her, still wearing the face cap pulled low, her expression unreadable but her steps purposeful. They had spent the last few hours in the suite finalizing their plans, and now it was time to move.They reached the parking lot where a black sedan waited. Selene slid into the driver’s seat while Mara took the passenger side. The engine purred to life, and Selene pulled out of the hotel grounds, heading toward the outskirts of the city where the old warehouse stood hidden.“I will just call the buyers,” Selene said as she drove, her hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “It’s of no use keeping her there any longer. The longer we wait, the higher the risk Ronan or Marcellus find

  • My Mom’s Fiancé is my Mate   Chapter Sixty-One: Assault

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    The heavy wooden door to Ronan’s bedroom creaked open without a knock. Mara stepped inside, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction as she closed the door behind her with a soft click. She wore a tight black dress that clung to her curves, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the massive bed where Ronan sat, still dressed in his black shirt from the party, the top buttons undone to reveal the edge of his tattoo.“Oh, there you are,” Mara purred, her voice low and sultry as she walked toward him. Her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor, each step calculated to draw his eyes to the movement of her body.Ronan looked up from his phone, his expression shifting from neutral to outright disgusted in an instant. “What are you doing in my room?” he asked, voice cold and sharp.Mara didn’t stop. She continued her approach, stopping only when she stood directly in front of him. “Come on,”

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