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When Whispers Turned To Respect

Auteur: Jsommi
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-02 15:56:23

Clara’s POV

As I walked past several cubicles, there were whispers. For the first time in my life, it wasn't mockery that followed me but rather a hushed admiration. After all, everybody had heard about me—the woman that had confronted the untouchable Marcus Luther and survived unscathed.

At least for now.

If my last life had taught me anything, it was not to underestimate the level of cruelty somebody could go to to have their way. A man like Marcus Luther didn't get to where he was by not kee
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