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2025-10-24 17:31:41I sat by the edge of my bed, my gown spread around me like a pool of ivory and regret. My hands trembled as I touched the veil laid out beside me. It shimmered in the lamplight — a fragile, perfect thing. I hated it. I hated that every thread in it had been chosen for a future I didn’t want.
A soft knock sounded.
I didn’t have to ask who it was.
“Come in,” I whispered.
Damon stepped inside, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his face
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