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Nora's POV I had cried my eyes out until there were no tears again. “Why did he save me if he was just going to dump me in this dusty ass room?” I kept questioning myself. I wiped my tears and accepted the situation as it is. I can't keep cryjng like this. I had to do something. I needed to draft out a good plan on order to get out of this hellhole. I dozed off while thinking of a good plan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nora appeared at the bedroom door carrying a small cloth bag. “Water,” she whispered. “Cash. A spare phone with one number in it.” “Whose number?” “Someone Margaret Sloan trusts. A lawyer. He can reach people who will not speak to Mason.” Daphne took the bag. Nora looked at her stomach. “You should not be doing this.” “Neither should Lila.” The housekeeper’s eyes filled. “I am coming with you.” “No.” “Daphne—” “You have helped me enough. If Mason learns you were involved—”

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.

Thankfully, the introduction was not something I promised, I just agreed with the idea at the time. Nora and I make our way to the meeting room. Nora takes notes and everytime someone asks how she writes as a former slave. She tells them she was taught by an angel. She won’t tell them it was the former princess because no one would believe her. Emmett and Iris join us. The meeting is long and boring and I’m thankful when it’s over.

"My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out." Frank’s jaw tightened, though he didn’t immediately respond. "She found out I loved Zach and decided to get rid of me," Nora said, her voice sharpening with bitterness. "So, here’s my proposition: we team up. I’ll give you Audrey, and you take her far away from here. That way, Zach will finally be mine." Frank studied her carefully, his face revealing nothing of what he was thinking. After a pause, he asked, "I have so many questions, starting with: how do you know my name? And how do you know I want Audrey?"

****************************Mack’s POV********************* The morning sun filtered through the massive windows of the conference room, but it didn’t warm me. Nothing did lately—not coffee, not victory, not even Claire’s hand resting on mine. Nora had been rescued. She was recovering slowly under full protection. That should’ve felt like a win. But I’d seen her face. Pale, eyes distant, lips trembling when she whispered about the walls, the sound of footsteps that never belonged to anyone. Whatever Liam did to her… it had shredded something permanent.

“They’re asking for another deposit tomorrow. The experimental protocol isn’t fully covered.” Nora squeezes my shoulder once, firm. “We’ll figure it out. You always do.” I look up at her. Nora Bennett, night-shift warrior, the only person who knows exactly how deep the hole is and still looks at me like I’m not drowning. “I made the transfer tonight,” I say quietly. “From the… account.” Her eyes flicker. She doesn’t ask which account. She doesn’t have to. She just nods once. “You’re doing what you have to,” she murmurs. “No judgment here. Ever.”

he fired back, exasperated. I raised a single brow, taking another sip of my coffee. He let out a heavy breath, rubbing his temples, and muttered a quick, unapologetic curse before shifting gears. “Word came down about Nora Brown. Her parents' file was sealed. The cops fed her some cover story about a random gang hit, but the whole thing was bought and paid for. Someone high up in the underworld orchestrated the whole cover-up.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “You’re telling me you’re dense enough not to see what that means?” I scoffed.

Seeing her miserably pale face, I added, "The only reason you've ended up like this today is because of your bad character. You have long wanted to cheat on our marriage. It has nothing to do with me." Nora sobbed hard and kept trying to explain herself, "No. I was just repaying Henry for saving my life. He's just like a five-year-old child. He just wanted to have a wedding with me. I just thought of secretly doing this before you return. My intentions weren't bad." Hearing her still twisting the truth and brushing off all her faults so lightly, I exposed everything directly in front of the guests who were livestreaming with their phones. "I got all these burnt marks for saving you, yet you

I recognized the flat affect in her voice-the protective numbness that comes from retelling a trauma you've learned to package neatly for others. "A woman like me can't survive among these powerful men without some form of protection," Nora continued, absently tracing the rim of her glass. "I recorded everything-his behavior, his words, his... attempts. All of it." "Wasn't that dangerous?" I whispered, my appetite suddenly gone.