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Chapter 22

作者: Bunnykoo
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-20 08:25:06

Elara did not move from the polished mahogany floor for a long time. The sobs that racked her body were silent, raw convulsions of pure emotional defeat. She was no longer crying for her lost freedom; she was crying for the annihilation of her dignity, signed away by her own hand for the price of her father's safety. She hated the cold, meticulous logic that had forced her to trade her legal life for corporate leverage. Above all, she hated Silas for accepting the sacrifice without a flicker of human doubt, confirming his place as her unyielding jailor.

When the tide of exhaustion finally receded, Elara stood. Her legs were shaky, her face stained with the remnants of her despair. She walked to the bathroom, staring into the stark, uncompromising reflection of the illuminated mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but they held a new, terrifying clarity.

He wants compliance. He wants an asset worth $140 million. He wants perfect control over my volatility.

Very well. She would give him the
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