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Chapter 12: First Kiss

Author: Oli Via
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-02 04:59:10

Calla’s POV

A glass shattered as Dominic hurled it onto the tiled floor.

“Dominic!” Ronan’s voice was a whip-crack, his finger pointing accusingly.

“She is not leaving!”

The two men stood squared off, fists clenched, their buff frames taut with tension. Dominic’s face was so red I thought he might explode. He glared at Ronan, his eyes burning with a bloodshot fury.

I darted between them, my heart in my throat.

“Calla…Move! You’ll get hurt!” Dominic grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side.

“Please, stop this! I’m going…” I pleaded, but my words were lost in the storm between them.

I couldn't take it. I stormed out, tears overflowing. Every time I wiped them away, more would fall. My hands trembled as I pushed open the door to my room - or what was no longer my room.

I hurried to the wardrobe, yanking my few clothes from their hangers and stuffing them into my small bag. Then I saw it, laid neatly at the top: the fully ironed, clean uniform. The sight sent me on a roller coaster of emoti
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