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Quiet Aftermath

Author: Ricky_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 10:04:27

Chapter Fifty-Three

Liana’s POV

The garden was empty again.

Only the wind moved softly, deliberately, curling through the roses as if mocking me for what had just happened.

I stood there for a long time, staring at the empty path where he had walked away, every part of me trembling though the night was not cold. My fingers brushed the silk of my dress and came away shaking. The air still carried him. His scent. His voice. His command.

I pressed my hand against my chest, but it did nothing to steady the wild beating underneath. It was as if my body had ceased to belong to me. It remembered him too well. The weight of his words. The way he had looked at me was not with kindness, but possession.

And the worst part was that I could still feel the power in that look, like an invisible hand that hadn’t yet let go.

My reflection glimmered faintly in the dark water of the fountain. My lips looked bruised even though he hadn’t touched them. I hated that thought, hated that my body could
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