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Chapter 47: A whore?

Auteur: Pearl
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-07 22:45:09

Freya.

I stormed out of Ryder’s office, fury burning through my veins like wildfire. My hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst.

How dare he?

What the hell did he think of me? A whore? A slut? A personal prostitute he could just claim whenever he wanted? What the fucking hell was wrong with him? He actually had the audacity to ask me — me— to be his personal plaything? Was he crazy? Or was I the crazy one for ever ge
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