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21. The only way out: Death
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NINA “Lachlan!” I shrieked, trying to dislodge his hold on me.But he ignored me, easily shrugged off my attempts to fight his hold.And, I fought.I twisted, tried to plant my feet into the floor, but it was of no use. Lachlan was stronger.As we turned into the corridor, I caught the sight of the guests down below. They were there now in the grand hall, watching, as they sipped on their champagne. Dozens of eyes stared up at me as I was dragged toward my new husband’s bedroom.Jeremiah’s voice rang out behind us, coldly amused. “My new bride is a little shy for our coming wedding night. Bridal jitters, I suppose.”Laughter erupted through the hall, the sound of it curling around me like poison, humiliating me. And even though with each step I could still feel the sting of the whip, but it wasn’t the pain that tore through me. It was the shame. The humiliation.Lachlan hauled me through the halls, his grip unyielding. My breaths came in ragged gasps as we turned a corner, my eyes fl
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