Clara was pinned to the floor, her eyes wide with terror.But Damien didn’t kill her. Not yet.His eyes held something far worse—the promise of a slow, agonizing revenge."Bring me her things," Damien ordered coldly. "All of them."The servants moved instantly.Soon, Clara’s phone, laptop, diaries, and other personal items were piled in the hall."No… please… don’t look at those…" Clara struggled, but the servants held her fast.Damien picked up her phone and began scrolling through it in front of everyone.The screen lit up with photos and chat logs.The first photo was from three days ago. Clara, lying in bed, pale but with a triumphant smirk. She was making a 'V' for victory sign. The caption read: "My acting's pretty good, right? The three idiots totally fell for it lol."Ethan’s fists clenched so tight his nails broke the skin.Damien kept scrolling, each image a new, unbearable truth."Look how worried they are about me~" — A photo of a 'weak' Clara, with Ethan's anxious form blu
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