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2025-08-09 01:27:11CHAPTER 35
IngridIt’s been twenty-six days.Twenty-six days in this marble cage, where nothing touches me but the silk of old luxury and the coldness of my father’s curated silence.The Bishop Estate smells like lemon polish and old money. The walls are too clean. The lights too bright. It feels like I’ve been embalmed—wrapped in pristine linens, kept on display.I sit in the corner of my childhood bedroom, staring at the same window I used to sneak out of. Now it’s locked. Ironically, no one’s trying to trap me. I’m just too tired to run again.I feel like I’ve been unplugged. Nothing charges me here.Christopher thinks I’m healing. He watches me like I’m a fragile PR package that can still be salvaged. The media says I was “traumatized but rescued.”The staff still calls me “Miss Ingrid.” As if I haven’t been reborn in blood and smoke and sin.They think I’m better.I’m not.The thought comes like a w
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