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Chapter 25-The Cruelty of Almost

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Irene

The door slams shut behind Tom, leaving me curled on the floor, clutching my ribs. Every breath feels jagged, like knives scraping inside me. My body shakes, not just from the blows but from the weight of his words.

We’ve been here before, Aria whispers, her voice trembling but steady. They tried to break us once. They failed. They’ll fail again.

“I can’t,” I choke out, rocking slightly. “Not again. I can’t live like this.”

Then we don’t live like this, she says fiercely. We run. We find a way. We survive.

I press my forehead to the cold stone floor, tears stinging my eyes. “How? They’ve locked me up like an animal. Every corner is guarded. Jack watches me like I’m his crown jewel. Tom—” My voice cracks. “Tom hates me so much he’d rather kill me than look at me.”

Then we don’t ask him for mercy, Aria insists. We don’t wait for rescue. We take it. Look. Search. There’s always a crack, always a weakness. Find it.

Her determination floods into me, burning through the haze o
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