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Christian’s POV My vision blurred at the edges, fury burning so hot it turned everything into smears of red and black. The coppery scent of blood still clung to my knuckles, throbbing where the skin had split against my father’s face.Every step I took away from the dining room sent fresh rage pulsing through my veins.“Christian,” Abigail called behind me, her voice urgent.I didn’t stop. I didn’t turn around. The front door slammed open under my hand as I stormed outside. The morning breeze hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire in my chest.“Christian, wait!” Her footsteps hurried after me across the gravel driveway.I kept moving toward my car, jaw locked tight. My mother’s face flashed in my mind again. Pale. Lifeless. Her body cold on the bathroom floor. Then Matteo’s bloodied, smug smile. The same smile he wore every time he brought home another woman. Every time he shattered another promise. Every time he ruined us.I was sick of it. So sick of him.“Christian, plea

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Christian’s POV It was well past midnight when I finally returned to the estate. The day’s exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, but the anger from this morning still simmered beneath my skin. I hoped everyone was asleep. The mess in the dining hall had already been cleaned up, leaving no trace of what I had done.I pushed open my bedroom door and stopped short. Abigail rose from the edge of my bed. She wore simple pajamas, but the shorts rode high enough to reveal the scrape on her knee from earlier. Under the dim lights, the skin looked red and raw.I frowned. That was going to scar.She stood there quietly, watching me. The fact that she had waited up only deepened the guilt already gnawing at my chest.I closed the door behind me and loosened my tie. “You’re still awake.”“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied softly.I crossed the room without meeting her eyes at first and shrugged off my suit jacket. I found the first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet and returned with it. “Sit down

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Abigail’s POV Warmth surrounded me as I slowly woke. The second thing I noticed was Christian. My cheek rested against his chest, one of his arms wrapped securely around my waist. His breathing was deep and even, his body relaxed in sleep. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his face.I stayed still, just watching him. I stayed still, just watching him. Without his usual guarded expression, he looked peaceful. The sharp lines of his jaw had softened. His dark lashes rested against his skin. I traced a fingertip lightly along his cheekbone, then down the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful in a way that almost hurt to look at.Mine.The thought sent heat rushing to my face, but I didn’t push it away. For once, I let myself feel it. A small smile curved my lips.His eyes fluttered open. For a second he looked disoriented, then his gaze settled on me. A slow, sleepy smile touched his mouth.“Good morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“Good

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