Lucian’s grip on Raina’s wrist was firm—too firm. “Lucian, let go,” she snapped, tugging her arm back as they left the tennis court. Her voice was sharp, frustrated. He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, practically dragging her behind him while Caleb’s mocking laughter echoed from behind. “Damn, Lucian! Don’t pull too hard—she might sue!” Caleb shouted. Adam chuckled. “Man’s got the leash on tight.” “Whip, bro. Literal whip,” Caleb added, mimicking a cracking motion with his hand. Raina’s jaw clenched. She hated all of it. The dragging. The silence. The feeling of being paraded like some accessory in Lucian’s over-controlled world. They passed the long garden walkway, stepped through marble-tiled corridors, past manicured hedges, and finally stopped at a tall, isolated white-bricked building at the edge of the estate. Lucian yanked the door open, shoved it aside, and pulled her in before slamming it shut behind them. The room was empty. Blank walls. No furniture. Just cold
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