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Sophia's POV

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion like a thousand tiny fists, each drop a reminder of the storm raging outside, and the one brewing inside me. I paced the marble floors, my bare feet cold against the polished stone, my silk robe clinging to my skin in all the wrong ways. The mansion felt too big, too empty, the echoes of my footsteps swallowed by the high ceilings. My dad, Rae and my mom stayed at home while I was at one of my mansions out of town.

My mind was a whirlwind of fury and need, a toxic cocktail that burned through my veins. Zack. Just thinking his name made my stomach twist, my thighs clench. I hated him. I wanted him. I couldn’t decide which was worse. The thunder cracked so violently the windows trembled, and I jumped, my breath hitching. My reflection in the glass was a ghost—wild hair, flushed cheeks, lips parted as if I’d been kissing someone. But there was no one here. Just me and the memory of his hands on my body, hi
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