POV MADDISONThe weight of the previous night pressed down on me the moment I opened my eyes. I was lying in the center of the massive king-sized bed in the master suite, wrapped in charcoal silk sheets that smelled faintly of Ethan’s expensive mint soap and the sharp, metallic tang of raw desire. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache, a deep, internal throb that served as permanent proof of what the three Blackwood brothers had done to me on the library desk.I sat up slowly, the silk sheet slipping down to my waist. I scanned the opulent, minimalist room, half-expecting to see one of them watching me from the shadows. But the suite was empty. The sun was just starting to peek through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, golden shadows across the dark hardwood floor.Richard was bankrupt. My revenge was technically complete. Yet, instead of feeling the overwhelming rush of freedom I had anticipated, a cold, suffocating panic began to claw at my throat. *You
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