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I Shouldn’t Have Done That

Author: Elizabeth_reads
last update publish date: 2026-05-18 15:00:57

Elena POV

Everything was moving too fast. Too many orders. Too many footsteps. Too many doors opening and closing at once. The mansion didn’t feel like a home anymore. It felt like a battlefield.

And I was standing in the middle of it with no idea what was actually happening.

“You don’t leave this floor.”

Dante’s voice cut through everything. It was sharp, controlled and final.

I turned to him. “You’re locking me in now?”

"Why d
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