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Chapter 45

Author: Hemme-E
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-11 11:49:45

Tamara

A week had passed since that night. The one that carved itself into my bones. The one I couldn’t shake, no matter how many times I told myself to move on.

I still remembered the cold tiles against my skin, the suffocating fear of hiding under that bed, praying they wouldn’t find me. I had clenched my jaw so tight I tasted blood. Now, that same mansion felt a bit lonely for me without his presence.

Leon had traveled for some business meeting three days ago. The house was suddenly quiet even though there were people walking around. “The table is set Tamara,” Martha said as soon as she opened the door.

Damn! I have to go outside now, one person I didn't want to bump into was Sheila. Now that Leon isn't around, it's going to be a huge ground for her to show how much she's the mistress of the house. I sighed.

“Uhmm, thank you Martha, but please can I have mine in the room?” I pleaded, she smiled, nodded and disappeared, returned a few minutes later. The scent of sweet tomato and gar
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