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he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

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I gradually began to adapt to my new life here. With Trevor's help, I found a job and even made some new friends. Over time, my life slowly got back on track. Once, I met a charming man who spoke with remarkable poise at the company gathering. He offered to drive me home after the meal had ended. "Are you from Lutheria by any chance, Ms. Norton?" the man asked as he drove. "Yes, that's right. How did you know that?" I was caught by surprise.

"Please stop, Mr. Johnston." Leonard pinned down my wrists with his strong arms. He was roughly straddling me, and with his other hand, he slapped my backside hard several times, leaving red marks. The humiliation and sharp pain made me whimper and struggle despite myself. However, driven by desire, my body gave the most honest response. "Look at you. You say you don't want it, but your body is telling me something else." Leonard said crude things to me as his body kept pressing into me without stopping. Under his rough handling, I slowly gave up resisting and became more and more compliant.

Day Eleven. The fiftieth floor of the Vane Building smelled of fresh paint, cold espresso, and absolute freedom. I stood in the center of the expansive, open-concept floor plan of Orion Strategies. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic, dizzying view of the city’s financial district. The furniture was sleek, minimalist, and bone-white. There was no mahogany. There was no cedar. There was not a single trace of Silas Sterling in my new empire.

Jean, go pack your things. I set the pen down and turned toward my daughter. Only then did Jean finally snap out of her shock. Tears silently streamed down her face, her body still twitching slightly from the earlier fright. "Dad... are we really leaving? This is our home." "This stopped being a home a long time ago." I crouched down and gently wiped away her tears. "Be good. Go grab your schoolbag and textbooks. Leave everything else behind. "Once something's filthy, taking it with you only makes you sick."

Today, I'll let you taste what it feels like to lose the one you love. "One is the Donna who bled and fought for you. The other is the one you've sworn to protect. "I'm not unreasonable. I'll only kill one. "Whoever you choose to save, I'll stop their detonator. The other one, though…" He smiled viciously. "Boom. Off to meet God." "You wouldn't dare!" Anthony's eyes burned red as he raised his gun. "You can try me," Poison Scorpion replied calmly, his finger hovering over the button. "Let's see whether your bullet or my hand is quicker."

She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further. After everything I had already done, her suddenly telling me to stop only made the frustration worse. However, since Phoebe insisted, I had no choice but to give up and settle for enjoying the moment through the stockings again. Just then, our surroundings went dark. Regardless, the rumbling of the train continued. The train roared into a dark mountain tunnel. About ten seconds later, the light returned. "There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!"