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Chapter 75

Author: David
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Chapter 75

Masked Intentions

Tiffany stumbled into her apartment just as dawn began to light the horizon. Her heels clattered against the wooden floor as she tossed her purse onto the couch, muttering incoherently. Her head spun, her dress clung to her like a second skin, and her mascara had smudged, creating faint streaks under her eyes.

“This…this is exactly what I wanted,” she slurred, collapsing onto her bed in a heap. The plush mattress embraced her, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep almost instantly, her intoxicated state rendering her oblivious to the chaos that awaited her.

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Eight hours later, Tiffany awoke to a sharp, pounding headache that felt as though someone was using her skull as a drum. She groaned, clutching her head and squinting at the sliver of sunlight streaming through her curtains. Her body ached from her reckless escapades the previous night, and the sharp taste of regret lingered in her mouth.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table, the
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