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Chapter 12

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-22 06:35:29

Aryn

It was the morning of my wedding, and I didn’t feel like a bride.

I hadn’t slept much. My head throbbed, my stomach was twisted in knots, and the skin around my wrists still burned where Lorenzo had pinned me. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t afford to. I just sat on the edge of the bed, silent and cold, while the world outside prepared for a day that felt more like an execution than a celebration.

Then they came for me.

The maids.

Three of them barged into my room like I was some prized show pony who needed grooming before a parade. I barely had time to stand before they were tugging at my robe and chattering about how I needed to be perfect. Perfect for him.

“Hands up,” one barked, and I obeyed like a damn puppet.

My robe slid to the floor. The cold air hit my skin, and goosebumps raced across my body. I stood there, naked, vulnerable, while they bathed me with scented water and scrubbed my skin like they were trying to erase the parts of me that weren’t fit to be his bride.

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    ArynI felt dirty.Not just on my skin, but deep inside where no soap could ever reach. There were bruises on my neck, red blotches down my chest, blood between my thighs—and I hadn’t even had sex with him.Lorenzo.The name itself made me feel sick.He kissed me like he owned me. Touched me like I was some object. Like I didn’t have a say. And the worst part?My body fucking responded.I didn’t understand it. I hated him. Every fucking inch of him. His cold stare, his filthy mouth, the way he looked down on me like I was less than nothing. And yet… when he kissed me, when his hands gripped my waist, something in me melted. Something primal. Something I didn’t want to admit existed.But now… sitting up in this massive bed, with blood staining the white sheets, shame punched me in the chest.What the hell was wrong with me?There was a knock on the door. Before I could even cover myself properly, the door opened and two maids stepped in. They froze.Their eyes darted to the mess on the

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