A Bride For Revenge
The handcuffs were heavy, a constant, chilling reminder that her world had flipped upside down in a matter of hours.
Across from her sat Detective Miller.
He didn't look like a movie villain; he looked like someone's tired uncle, leaning back in his chair with a soft, practiced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Miller leaned forward, his chair legs scraping against the floor - a sound that made Olivia’s skin crawl.
He placed a thick folder on the table between them, tapping it gently with a rhythmic, irritating thud.
"You’re a remarkably quiet young woman, Olivia," Miller said, his voice a low, friendly purr. "Most people in your shoes are talking a mile
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