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Chapter 10

Author: Bunnykoo
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-19 19:50:21
The morning light that bled through the cracks of the shutters was not a relief; it was an interrogation.

Evelina woke up on the floor of the living room, her body curled into a tight, defensive knot. Her muscles ached with a deep, bruised stiffness, the physical residue of kneeling on concrete. Her mouth tasted like copper and dehydration.

She didn’t move immediately. She lay there, listening to the silence of the penthouse, waiting for the sound of footsteps, for the lock to turn, for the next phase of her punishment to begin.

She wasn’t broken. That was the first thought that crystallized in her mind. She was terrified, yes. She was humiliated, absolutely. But the core of her, the part that loved Chloe, the part that hated Dante, was still intact. It had just gone cold.

He used her, she thought, staring at a speck of dust on the marble floor. He used a sick girl as a weapon.

That changed everything. Before, she had thought this was a negotiation. Now, she knew it was a hostage
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