"Welcome home, Anny," Adriano murmured, his voice dripping with quiet arrogance as he brushed past her, the heat of his body lingering in the doorway like a taunt. His composure was infuriatingly intact, not a single hair out of place, not even a flicker of guilt in those dark, knowing eyes. Anny scrambled backward, her trembling legs barely carrying her up the stairs as she fled the kitchen. Her heart was a trapped bird, its frantic wings beating a desperate rhythm against the cage of her ribs, each frantic beat a treacherous reminder of how close she had come to surrendering, to begging, to letting him take everything. She slammed her bedroom door, pressing her spine against the wood as if the flimsy barrier could lock out the wildfire he'd ignited in her blood. The silence of the room offered no comfort, only space for her mind to replay every second of what had almost happened downstairs.Midnight had long swallowed the house in silence and sleep refused to visit her. She lay ri
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