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Author: Abba_Rekpene
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PENELOPE

The estate was silent when I got home.

Not in the peaceful, relaxing kind of way—but in the isolating, hollow kind of way that made it very clear I was living in a stranger’s house.

Christian wasn’t home.

I didn’t know if that was a relief or an inconvenience.

Letting out a breath, I kicked off my heels, stretching my sore feet before heading to my room. The moment I stepped in, I grabbed a towel and went straight to the bathroom.

The warm water did wonders for my muscles, washing away the exhaustion from the long day.

The opening had been a massive success, and I wished my mum had been alive a little longer to see it.

Despite the media circus. Despite the lingering weight of Christian’s words from the night before.

"Who else would want to be with someone like you?"

Why can't I get that particular line out of my head!

He didn’t matter, I shouldn't let his words affect me.

At least, not in the way he wanted it to.

Wrapping a towel around me, I padded back into the room, chang
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