Stella POVA scream ripped from my throat, sharp and raw, echoing through the now-silent house. My heart pounded like a drum against my ribs, the shattered glass glinting under the faint kitchen light. A bullet. A real bullet. Inches from where I’d been standing.I spun around, trembling, my gaze locking with Jack’s. But he wasn’t shocked. His face remained eerily calm, his eyes dark, calculating, as if he’d been expecting this—like it was nothing more than an inconvenience.“Jack,” I choked out, my voice shaky, “who was that? What the hell is going on?”But he didn’t answer. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look at me properly. Instead, he crumpled the note in his hand, his jaw tightening, and without another word, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, disappearing into his study, leaving me standing there—alone, terrified, and shaking.My breath came in shallow gasps, panic clawing at my chest. I couldn’t process it. The broken window, the bullet lodged in the wall, Jack’s cold i
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