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Between Fear and DefianceI barely had a moment to breathe when a knock came at the door, telling me dinner was ready.My heart began to pound so fast I thought it might tear out of my chest. I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with air, and whispered to myself that I could do this. Then I stepped out of the room.As I descended the stairs, I heard Dante’s voice. My knees nearly buckled beneath me; I felt a sudden weakness sweep through my legs, and I had to grip the railing lightly to keep myself steady. But I forced myself to continue, one step at a time.He stood with his back to me. Enzo noticed me first — his eyes widened in surprise, though he said nothing. Dante remained turned away until I took another few steps forward. Then, slowly, he turned.Our eyes met. My breath caught.It was as if the air had vanished, as if the whole world had frozen.The way he looked at me — as though his worst enemy stood before him.There was nothing in his eyes. No warmth, no comfort, none
Torn between love and hate Chapter 63
CrushedI heard a knock on the door, and Emma walked in with clothes in her hands.“I came to help you,” she said softly.“Thank you,” I replied.She helped me change, carefully adjusting each piece of clothing, and while we talked, she mentioned that she’d soon be leaving. The thought made me strangely relieved. When I was finally dressed, she offered to do my makeup, but I refused — I wasn’t going to play along with my father’s little spectacle again.Once Emma left, I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Why would she want to see me after everything? Perhaps to ask if I truly did it… if I really betrayed her son. A thousand thoughts swirled in my head, and not one of them had an answer. All I had were the words “I didn’t do it.” But would that be enough? I had no proof, nothing but my word. Dante didn’t believe me, so why would his mother?Suddenly, someone knocked on the door again. They told me Margaret was here. My breath caught.I walked out and climb
Torn between love and hate Chapter 62
FracturedFor an entire week, I did nothing but sleep. Johnny kept giving me painkillers, and because of that, I could barely feel anything. He insisted that I eat, saying I couldn’t recover otherwise. Even though food made me nauseous, I forced myself to take a few bites. Sometimes, he even fed me with his own hands. When I asked why he was doing all this, he never gave me an answer—he just smiled quietly and wrote something down in his notebook. He rarely ever responded to my questions.Days turned into weeks. Slowly, I began to walk again. Johnny would steady me, never letting me fall, no matter how much the pain made me stumble. Little by little, I started managing on my own—I could go to the bathroom without his help, and I forced myself to handle other small things too. It embarrassed me to rely on him for everything.One evening, I ran the bath, undressed, and carefully wrapped a waterproof cover around my cast before stepping under the hot water. It had been three months since
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The mark of pain I’ve lost track of how many days I’ve been here. I don’t even know if it’s day or night anymore. It’s been so long since I last ate anything. They only give me just enough water so I don’t die. Whenever my father is in a bad mood — which is often — he remembers that he locked me in the basement as some kind of punishment. To calm his nerves, he comes down here frequently. Only when he enters does the light turn on, and only then can I see the state my body is in — filthy, bruised, bloodied. Every time, he hits me with all his strength, and I don’t even have the strength to fight back.I couldn’t stop trembling from the cold. The thin clothes I wore were no match for the freezing air. I curled up on the cold floor and closed my eyes. I thought about my friends, knowing they must be scared because of my disappearance. I also knew they would start searching for me. I wiped away the tears from my face — my skin burned from the cold and crying — but I couldn’t do anything
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Broken Trust, Locked Doors:DanteHer scent still lingers on the sheets.Her breath still echoes in my ears.Damn it… how I wished I was lying beside her when she woke up.But in the next moment, everything was over.Marco called. I went downstairs quietly, not wanting to wake Eveline.The moment I saw his face, I knew something was wrong.“You need to see this,” he said, and showed me the video.I rushed into my office, opened the cabinet.The documents—gone.And then…There she was on the screen.My Eveline.Walking out of my office.Holding the papers.My body froze.My mind went blank.Something inside me shattered.She did this.It had to be her.No one else could’ve pulled this off.Only someone from the inside.Someone who had access to my office.And there she was, walking out—documents in hand—heading back to her room.She betrayed me.She played me.She made a fool out of me.Time stopped.The room fell silent.The world collapsed into itself.And I just stood there, watchin
Torn between love and hate Chapter 59
Where Illusions DieWhen I opened my eyes, Dante’s side of the bed was empty.Quietly, I pushed myself up, and a sharp pain ran through my body—especially between my thighs. The sensations from last night still lingered, burning vividly in my mind.I pieced everything together in my head — Dante and I… we had sex.Once I gathered myself, I carefully got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around my body, and walked into the bathroom. The hot shower eased the tension in my muscles, if only slightly. Afterward, I dressed in something simple, towel-dried my hair, and just as I was about to leave the room, Dante walked in.His face — something was off. His eyes lit up, but not with warmth. There was a fire in them, sharp and searing. My breath caught in my throat.He moved toward me slowly, with deliberate, heavy steps. In his hand was his phone. Without a word, he pressed play on a video.It was me.I was leaving Dante’s office, papers clutched in my hand — the same papers I’d taken that nigh
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