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Chapter 22

Author: Daisy Jolliffe
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 08:22:04

The days blurred together in suffocating rhythm—meals, the soft pad of the maid’s feet, Axel’s distant moods. Not cold. Not cruel. Just… absent. His walls were up again, but the violence was gone.

Then, one late afternoon, something shifted.

“Pick your favourite outfit,” Axel said, appearing in the doorway of her room like a ghost. “Something… pretty. Light.”

Mia blinked, confused. “Why?”

His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I owe you a real one.”

For once, she didn’t argue. She chose a flowing sundress in soft sage green with tiny embroidered flowers along the hem, delicate and feminine, like something a woodland fairy might wear. Something her, not his.

The drive was long—two hours cutting away from the neon sprawl of Vegas, out past dust roads and winding canyons, into the wilderness where the world didn’t feel real anymore. The windows were down, desert air whipping through Mia’s hair, tangling it as the sun dipped lower and shadows stretched acro
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