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I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection. I patted her back, my voice heavy but clear, loud enough for the cops and reporters close by to catch every word: "Don't be scared, I'm here now. Everything's going to be okay. The police are here... Whoever did this to you, they're going to pay." Those words were both a balm and a command, cementing Ruby's resolve. She wept harder, her sobs a heart-wrenching symphony of grief. "Zayden! You bastard! It was you! You're the one who framed me!"

"Stop this! Someone help me! These stupid infected should help me!" But none of the infected could help her. They were all frozen in ice, their grey bodies encased from foot to neck, their blank white eyes staring at nothing. The ones that had been holding Tom were scattered on the ground, broken and twitching. There was no one left to come to her aid. Clara's body moved against her will. Her hands reached down and unlatched the shackles from my wrists. The chains fell away, and the wolfsbane stopped burning my skin.

Rose had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She couldn't understand how it could have happened in the first place. It was like everyone was blind to the slave's faults. 'How could anyone fall for her tricks?' 'They don't know her like we do. Also, she managed to create a sob story to fool everyone.' The reminder threw her into a frenzy, and she nearly kicked a table if it weren't for Shawn. He had touched her for the first time since they encountered each other, and it had only been to stop her from venting her anger.

The motor system in her body only kicked in after her hands were freed from the shackles. Rose looked at the bloodstains on the bed with a sense of forfeit. Her hand trembled, trying to reach out to touch the evidence of her lost purity. The red stain was like a pragmatic illustration that disappeared in an instant. Her heart crumbled with the dissolution of false desires. Theo was truly a man of destruction, who had ruined everything. Was Theo not satisfied enough to take Sean from her?

And for the first time— He let her see. --- It wasn’t darkness at first. It was light. The same kind she had seen before. The same origin. The same beginning. But fractured. Broken. Not by choice. Not by creation. By conflict. By fear. By something that had gone wrong. Rose felt it immediately. The difference. The pain. The moment something had *shifted*. And at the center of it— Him. Not as he was now. Not as the controlled, consuming force. But as something else.

There was also no turning back for Rose either now. On the other hand, there was Frederick who she could not possibly afford to cross, and on the other hand, there was Shane who was now turning her in. She Saw no hope of winning either side. Now that she could not afford to cross Frederick, she would have to sacrifice Shane. As long as she insisted there was something between Shane and Priscilla, what she did today would just be natural. Not only that but Priscilla would also be blamed for cheating as well.

Nothing, not fear, not pain, not betrayal, could stop her from reclaiming her freedom. Cynthia’s eyes hardened as she stared into the shadows. They might have captured her body, but they would never capture her spirit. She would survive. She would fight. And she would find her way back to the life she knew, to the people she loved. The struggle for freedom was just beginning, and Cynthia was ready for it.

My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the surge, trying to understand what was happening. But it was too much. Too fast. The energy inside me burst free, like a dam breaking under the weight of a roaring river. I cried out, the force shaking the bed, the walls, the very air around me. The chains trembled, then snapped. I fell forward, gasping, my hands free for the first time since Brian had left me. I stared at my wrists in disbelief, the iron shackles lying broken on the floor. I had done it. I had broken them again, no, not just broken them. I had ‘shattered’ them, as though they were made of glass.

He sounded encouraging—soothing. “Of…the consequences? I, I just,” She shook her head. “I didn’t want you to stop the divorce just because of it,” The dent on his forehead grew deeper. “What is it, Ellyse?” He urged her. She finally had the courage to look at him again. This time, her vision was starting to blur and her eyes were heating up. She was about to cry from fear and shame. “Don’t cry,” He shook his head, scooting closer to her.

she said. I turned to her, my body stiff. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting. “Take off your clothes.” I clenched my fists. “If this is some kind of—” “It’s not,” she interrupted smoothly. “But if you want to survive here, you’re going to have to let go of whatever shame you’re still clinging to. Clothes, Winnie. Now.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been exposed before. I had been stripped of dignity more times than I could count. But this felt different.