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Chapter 7

Penulis: Khogie
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Hailey’s POV

The house was quiet when I returned. The kind of quiet that made the walls feel alive, listening, waiting for someone to slip.

I stood by the main door, my shoes in my hand, my heart racing like a criminal sneaking into a vault. The clock above the hallway ticked softly 2:47 a.m. I winced. My father’s guards were probably asleep by now, but I couldn’t take chances. One wrong creak and I’d be dead before dawn, at least socially.

I tiptoed across the marble floor, the cold seeping into my bare feet. Every sound felt too loud the click of my ring against the doorframe. I passed the living room, still smelling faintly of cigar smoke and oak polish, then hurried up the staircase, clutching my heels like they were weapons.

When I reached my door, I exhaled slowly, fingers trembling as I turned the handle. The familiar scent of my vanilla candles greeted me. Safe. Finally.

I dropped my shoes, peeled off my nightdress, and collapsed face-first onto the bed. The night replayed in
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