The Beast And The Innocent Bride
Learning to Survive
The Beginning of Change
Dawn clawed its way through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the king-sized bed where Cana lay tangled in silk sheets still scented with last night's fire. Sleep had been a cruel tease—fitful, haunted by relentless flashes: the dank warehouse reeking of rust and terror, rough hands binding her wrists, the deafening crack of Carlo's gun echoing like judgment day, the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the seismic shift when his world swallowed hers whole. Every time her eyelids fluttered shut, the nightmares replayed in vivid, heart-pounding detail, jolting her awake with sweat-slick skin and racing pulse.
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