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last update Last Updated: 2025-06-21 14:33:00

Aurora’s POV

When Rosa came for me, I sighed in relief, thankful to be away from him, but my happiness was short-lived because not too long after, I was behind those large doors with him and his father.

I fought back tears when Mr. Armani hit me across the face. It was unexpected, and his hand was strong. I blinked back the tears, not wanting to give him or either of them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My skin burned, and I could taste my own blood on my lips. It took every last bit of restraint I had to not continue staring at him.

My eyes were wide with shock when I heard the next words that Mr. Armani uttered. I stood frozen in shock, listening to them.

I looked between the both of them, surely they were not talking about me as if I were an object.

“What’s it going to be?” The heavy question hung between us.

Mr. Armani didn’t look away. His eyes met mine, a twisted smile on his lips. My eyes bore into his. He didn’t look a
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