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Chapter 9

Author: Tess bornell
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-07 04:12:21

:Words I would regret for a lifetime

That man... from that night. What was he doing here? Margaret called him Dante, didn't she? No, it was impossible. It couldn't be him.

My breathing became heavier, and my entire body tensed. I couldn't move. Margaret walked up to him and took his hand. Everyone greeted him—everyone except me. I stood there, frozen, unable to utter a single word. Why him? Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him?

His gaze was now fixed on me. His black eyes were like an endless abyss, and the way he looked at me made me feel as if I was drowning in them. My heart pounded so hard that I felt a sharp pain in my chest. But I couldn't cry. Not now. If I did, they would start suspecting something. If the wedding didn't go as planned, my father would keep his word... and then, he would probably kill me.

"As I understand from Dante, you two already know each other," Margaret said.

I turned to her, stunned. What was she talking about? Even without
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