Chapter 3Miranda's POV I leaned back and tried to shield myself, but he grabbed my wrists, shaking me violently until I started to see stars. “Three years and you still can’t behave.” He continued to curse at me as he kept sending blows towards my face and stomach.I became so weak I slid to the floor, sobbing, my body curling inward as if I could disappear.Lucas finally stepped back, breathing evenly, straightening his jacket like nothing had happened. And I just lay there on the floor, trembling, tasting blood. He crouched in front of me, gripping my chin painfully and forcing me to look at him. “Fix your face,” he said quietly. “Touch up your makeup. And when you walk out there, you will smile. If anyone asks, you slipped. Do you understand?” I nodded frantically, tears running down my temples. “Say it,” he demanded. “I understand,” I whispered. Then he released me with a shove, and my cheek slammed into the tiled floor.He then stood up slowly and walked towards the door. “Go
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