Ariana’s POVFor the next few days, I became a ghost in that house. I cleaned his room before he woke up. I served his meals without looking at him. If he entered a room, I found a reason to leave it. I did everything fast, quiet, and invisible. But Jaxon… he was intentionally a pain in the ass. Every morning I felt his eyes on me, burning holes through my back. He never said much, he just watched me, and if I'm lucky, he ignores me. That day, I was in the hallway dusting the shelves when his voice cut through the silence.“Ariana.”My heart dropped into my stomach.I turned slowly. He stood near the stairs, holding a small box in his hand. It was black, expensive looking box. “Take this,” he said, holding it out.I walked closer and took it with shaking hands. It was heavier than I expected.“What… what do you want me to do with this?” I asked.His lips curled in that lazy, cruel way. “I want you to treat what’s inside very carefully,” he said. Then he added in a mocking tone, “Ma
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