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Chapter 58: The Knife at My Throat

مؤلف: STEPHANIE . I
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The limousine ride to the Grand Carlton was a suffocating nightmare.

Damien sat across from me in the plush leather interior, pouring himself a crystal tumbler of scotch as the city lights blurred outside the tinted glass. He looked like a man who had already won the war, swirling the golden liquid with an arrogant smirk that made my stomach turn.

“Drink?” he offered smoothly, gesturing with the decanter.

“I’d rather choke,” I spat, my knuckles white where I gripped the edge of the leather seat
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