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Chapter Thirty One

Author: Andrea Katie
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-05 03:37:33

I turn the door handle; I don’t hear Adrian leave. A single click, then nothing. Silence so thick it smothers.

I let the door slam shut. Heat rushes as it’s walled in behind me. My chest heaves. The aftertaste of adrenaline still burns—electric and nauseating. Seconds whistle in cacophony.

I lean against the door, heart clattering against fragile ribs. My back presses against polished wood; the door frame trembles beneath me. Slowly, I slide to the floor, gathering myself with damp palms pressed to thigh. The gown drags across the marble, heavy with wine.

I take off the dress Layla had gotten me after Kylie had messed up the previous one with wine. Once I pull it free, each inch feels like tearing off skin.

I pad toward the bathroom mirror—bare, shivering. Breathe rhythmic and fractured. My image greets me: sleepless eyes rimmed in mascara. Lips parted but quivering. There’s no actor hiding behind this face.

Who am I pretending to be?

My fingers curl around the bedside phone. Layla’s
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