“I’m sorry, Marcus, I was only waiting for you to call and give me signs.” My voice was a hushed whisper, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I kept my back to Ethan, who was still asleep, a peaceful, unsuspecting look on his face. The contrast between his serenity and my turmoil was a sharp, painful jolt. I was in his bed, tangled in his sheets, and yet I was a million miles away, a pawn in a game I was no longer sure I wanted to play.“Come on, Aria, how am I supposed to know when to call, when I have no cameras over his house?” Marcus’s voice, a low curse, was a violent intrusion into the quiet of the room. I could feel his rage over the phone, a cold wave of disdain that washed over me. The thought was a bitter one: such a selfish, old Marcus. My life, my emotions, my entire being was at stake, and he felt nothing over it. Was I just a pawn in his game? The thought was like a dagger to my heart. He had promised me revenge, a chance to reclaim my family's honor, but
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