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Chapter 6

Author: Lola C
I lowered my head and typed slower this time:

“If I become your wife, what can you give me?”

The reply came instantly, like he’d been waiting for that exact question:

“Safety.”

“Truth.”

“And—power to make the Jones family pay.”

My fingers hovered—then I typed:

“That night Ethan died… who sold Henry out?”

This time, there was no immediate answer.

The phone stayed silent for a few seconds, like he was measuring how much I could handle.

Then he sent a single sentence:

“Marry me, and I’ll put the na
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