The Ultimatum Wife
His voice was a low growl, barely audible.
“You’re mine, Elena,” he said quietly, as if making a promise to himself. “And I swear… no one’s ever touching you again.”
Outside, the world kept spinning, blind to the truth.
Reporters fought for front row positions outside the estate’s gates, drones hovered over the perimeter, and the name Thorne trended worldwide with hashtags of mourning and conspiracy.
But inside, the “dead” husband and wife lay side by side in the quiet safety of the estate’s medical wing, one watching, one still trapped in darkness.
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