Bella’s fists clenched under the tablecloth until her nails bit into her palms. The room buzzed with a family gathering, lights glittering off crystal glasses and gold-rimmed plates, but the air felt suffocating. Alex Seneca, her father, the man who commanded boardrooms and headlines, leaned back in his chair, smiling like he’d just closed a deal. “Bella, you’re twenty-three,” he said, voice carrying over the low chatter. “You’re not getting any younger. It’s time to think about settling down.” And her stepmother, Evelyn sat beside him, lips curled into that sweet, venomous smile she wore like perfume. “Yes, darling,” she purred, eyes glinting. “Before your looks fade… and your womb loses its chance. It would be such a shame to waste any more time.” Bella’s throat burned. She stared at her father, waiting for the joke, a laugh, or anything to make this stop. Just an hour ago, Alex had stood in this same spot, glass raised, telling everyone how proud he was of his daughter. Now
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