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Cassie Confronts

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-08-22 22:28:03

The red envelope wouldn’t leave me alone. Even after I shoved it deep into my bag, even after Victor’s vow to protect me, its weight stayed lodged in my chest like an iron hook. The photos weren’t just evidence—they were pieces of me, stolen, stripped of context, stripped of safety.

By the time I found myself standing outside Victor’s office later that night, my pulse was a runaway drum. I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He was there, as always, behind his desk. Shadows
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