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The alcohol blurred the edges of her consciousness, amplifying her desires and intensifying her hunger for revenge against the memories that haunted her. The stranger, his gazes ablaze with desire and superiority, seemed to take pleasure in Lena’s unfiltered utterances of pleasure and defiance. His name remained a mystery, adding to the elation and the sense of facelessness that fueled their vigorous encounter. Lena’s body replied eagerly to his commanding existence, each touch and thrust torching primal starvation for retribution.

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The morning Sena arrived at the manor with a bound manuscript under her arm and set it on the kitchen counter without speaking, Mara set down her coffee and waited. "It is about Rael," Sena said. "And your mother. And what it was like to know them both and to carry the knowledge for thirty years." She looked at the manuscript on the counter with the expression of someone looking at something they have lived inside for so long that seeing it from the outside still required adjustment. "It is not a formal account. It is not a historical record or a governance document. It is what I remember. What it felt like from where I was standing."

The ones she once said were **“too close to the bone.” The sketchbook had **two columns**. One labelled: *Original*. The other: *Replica*. The replicas were warped, altered, traced—but unmistakably stolen from her hand. There was no designer logo. No fashion house name. Just her art. Her identity. Twisted. A woman in the corner gasped. “Is this a statement or an accusation?” Ximena didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Her silence was the answer. Santiago stood on the other side of the room, hands behind his back, a glass of champagne barely touched.

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A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

Nadia smiles and the man understands the message perfectly. "I won't lie to you, officer. I don't want to go back to the Valencia mansion just yet. I feel like I have too much to live and enjoy without the shadow of my father or my brother. I wasn't born to be under anyone's yoke, I was born to live as I please, to have any man I want between my legs for as long as I want." Nadia stands up and slowly unzips her blouse. Peña's eyes don't move away from that part. Before reaching him, she exposes both breasts.

Crazy! "Ben, there's something I want to talk to you about," Rena's voice softened. I looked at Rena with uncertainty. "What is it?" The distrust of her was still very much in control. I strongly remember the scent that wafted from Rena's body at that time. The same perfume that Matthew smelled that day. I caught a glimpse of another familiar smell, the smell of sperm. Rena couldn't have gotten sperm on her own. The silence that dominated again forced me to approach Rena, looking for an honest statement from her eyes as she spoke.

Exposed. “You’re beautiful, Remy. Your breasts, your skin. Everything.” he was staring at me as if he were seeing me with fresh eyes. Minus a swimsuit here or there when we used to vacation as a group, I was sure that he’d never seen me nearly naked. This entire experience was new. “Even in a headscarf?” I tried to deflect his examination with laughter, but his eyes remained focused. I felt my breathing slow down and my skin, despite the coolness of my bedroom, on fire. “And... what are you wearing?”