Zella The nightmares were getting worse. Every night, I had the same dream. Dax's hands would be on me, his breath on my neck, while he called me "little rose”. I would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. But then Isaiah would be there, pulling me into his arms, murmuring reassurances until the panic subsided. It had been that way for a week. "He's locked up, Princess," he would say against my hair. "He can't hurt you anymore. I made sure of it." I spent my days mostly in the bedroom, but I knew something else was wrong. There were times when he would be on call, and I would hear him bark things like "the Singapore property" or "the London situation”. Whenever I asked, he would say everything was fine. Even now, at the breakfast table on the terrace
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