JAYDEN’s POVMy father didn't even let me rest for twenty four hours after I returned. All he cared about was training, training, office, office, absolute bullshit.The morning after I arrived back at the estate, I was driven to the stupid underground fighting building my father privately had, exclusively for relatives. He father called it “building the weak into greatnesss.” In reality, it was just his way of breaking my spirit, keeping me bruised, disciplined, and reminded of who owned me.When I glanced up at the surprisingly large clock on my wall, It was four in the afternoon, meaning I’d be here for over four hours. My hands were wrapped in bloody tape, my ribs were aching from sparring against two hired instructors, and sweat was stinging the open cut on my lip.“I wasn’t even done healing from the fight from Liam, now this?” I grumble to the floor stained with my sweat and wounds.Once it was eight, I went to shower, threw my coat over the extra shirt I brought, took the keys
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