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"Those? Those are yours, Emil. Or maybe you planted them there yourself. You’ve clearly lost your mind. You’re so desperate to be a victim that you're making things up now." The gaslighting was so effortless it made my stomach turn. I looked from the red lace to his cold, handsome face. He was telling me I was crazy while the evidence was right in my hand. "Fuck you, Damian!" The words were out before I could think. I stepped forward, fueled by a sudden, white-hot burst of adrenaline, and swung my hand as hard as I could. The slap echoed through the silent bedroom like a gunshot. My palm stung, and his head snapped to the side.

ARIA'S POV The article got published after the interview. "The Perfect Victim: How One Teen Manipulated Her Peers and the System" It was everywhere and viral with thousands of shares. I was walking to class when a girl stopped me. "You're Aria Chen." It was not a question but a statement. "Yeah." I replied. "My roommate was like your Victoria. She made me think I was crazy." "Your article helped me leave him. Thank you." She walked away before I could respond.

He shouted. “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I croaked, trying to swallow and breathe. I was already feeling dizzy about this whole argument. I wriggled, trying to get out from his hands. I could not fight back my tears. They welled now in my eyes. I wanted to run away, and I did not care how to escape from this place. I would rather swim and drown than die in pain in his arms. “Yes, you do, Tara! You just said it. You are blaming ‘my kind’ to get the advantage of me,” He smiled smugly.

“And that’s so mot true. How could i be a willing volunteer for a system that has continued to fail my family for years? A project that has taken more away from me than it has added to me. He says I am a fraud, but for someone who was begging behind closed doors hours ago. Threatening to murder my family if I didn’t clear his name.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t hide it. Let them hear it. Let them feel it. “I was taken as a child. I was tested on, broken down, discarded like trash. Project Delphinium wasn’t a research study. It was a factory for suffering. A place where children were treated as numbers, where survival was the only miracle.” The silence in the safe house was so sharp that it

“I’m not interested in family drama.” “This isn’t about family. It’s about justice.” Roman’s voice didn’t increase, but there was an edge to it now. “Evelyn destroyed my father’s company. She devastated my family. And now, she’s using me as her scapegoat to defend her empire.” Ava laughed, quick and humorless. “You’re accusing my mother of setting you up? Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?” “I do. But that doesn’t make it untrue.” Roman leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “You don’t have to believe me. Not yet. But if you take this case, you’ll see for yourself. Evelyn Sinclair is everything people accuse me of being—and worse.”

“But until Given can tell us what happened in her own words, and the doctor clears her for questioning, my hands are tied. Protocol.” Love wrapped her arms around herself, a poor substitute for comfort. “She is evil. The mother. You have to know that.” A shadow of something disgust, pity flickered in the officer’s eyes. “I saw enough. And you’re right, this family has a history with our department. It should be an open-and-shut case. But the system needs the victim’s testimony. Right now, she’s in the best possible place. Once she can talk, they’ll call us in. Try to hold on.”

When Victor left and closed the door, I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the big bed. The innocent, trembling girl disappeared again. A small, cold smile touched my lips. Step two was going perfectly. Hanna was already angry. Cassian was already feeling the pull to protect me. The guilt or maybe his ego or maybe because I was making him feel like a protector, which it's? It's working well with me. I touched the bandage on my forehead and looked at myself in the large mirror. I looked pitiful. Fragile. Innocent. Exactly the way I needed to look.

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Victorious. He begins to undress with the calm of someone who has all the time in the world, each piece of clothing falling to the floor like another layer of my resistance being stripped away. When he stands completely naked before me, with that authoritarian posture the years never managed to break, I understand that the monster of my nightmares was never a metaphor. It was always this man. Exactly this one. He approaches the bed slowly, savoring every second of the victory he believes he has won. What comes next, I do not describe. Not out of modesty, but because some violence is too great for words, too deep to be transformed into narrative. There are things that, if shown in detail, cea