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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Breaking Point

Author: Hallie Hart
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 18:33:28

Amelia’s POV

The first light of dawn crept cautiously through the slats of the blinds, casting long, thin lines across the floorboards and creeping silently over the rumpled sheets. But sleep had abandoned me hours ago, leaving behind a restless ache that pulsed beneath my ribs. My eyes fluttered open only to be greeted by the soft, oppressive silence of the penthouse. Dominic was already awake — I could feel his absence like a weight in the room, an invisible presence that made the air thick.

I lay there, the cold edge of the mattress pressing against my skin, heart pounding erratically as my mind spiraled through the events of the night before. His expression — the tension in his jaw, the flicker of pain in his stormy eyes when that man arrived — haunted me in a way I couldn’t shake. It was like glimpsing the cracks in a perfectly crafted façade, fragile and terrifying.

I pushed the covers away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor, and I pa
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