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I gently went down, hugging my knees to my chest as I fought the avidity to burst out crying. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. Yes! Johnson was finally home. I raked my hands through my hair trying to brush it off. I let out a heavy sigh before standing up. I cracked the door open and there he was, standing, looking exhausted. “Won't you let me in, love?” he asked, trying to be romantic. I snapped my head before moving, allowing him to walk past me. “Johnson, why are you quite stubborn? Huh? I told you I didn't want Zara near me, but you didn't listen,” I said with my hoarse voice.

After years of suppression and denial, I had almost forgotten just how capable I truly was. Even under deliberately manufactured hardship, I had fought my way back to the city on my own. I had already proven that I didn't need this twisted version of familial love at all. Once the semester started, I kept myself busy every day with classes and part-time jobs. I also kept saving money to pay back the ten thousand dollars to Kyle. I was exhausted every day, my life reduced to three fixed points. But it still felt infinitely better than being trapped in those mountains. After I turned Mrs. Maxwell down that day, I never saw those floating comments again. Perhaps it was because my resistance had

I whispered, my fingers brushing the pearls at my throat, “tell him it was Grace Elizabeth Moreau. Tell him the dust he trampled on found its wings—and they’re made of steel.” Dominic nodded slowly, as if signing a contract with his soul. “You’re dangerous.” “I’m competent, Dominic. Men just call it dangerous when they realize they can’t control the outcome.” “Touché.” He picked up his briefcase, pausing at the door. “One last thing. After you’ve stripped him of the company, the house, the silverware… what then?” “Then? Then I live.” “And nothing else? No victory lap? No second chances?”

Prove it's mine. I never forgave him for that. I don't think I ever will. Then the fury came. Older than the grief. Quieter. More settled into my bones. The fury of a woman who asked for nothing except basic decency and got cruelty dressed up as indifference. Who packed one bag on the worst night of her life and walked out of a house that was never a home and never looked back. Then the exhaustion under both of them. Five years deep. The exhaustion of carrying a story I couldn't put down, couldn't tell and couldn't finish because it belonged to the small boy asleep down the hall as much as it belonged to me.

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“Julian…” Frustrated, he threw his fingers into his hair and then turned to her. "Tell me. You weren't the one who saved me that day, were you?" The entire room went silent. Serena froze completely and even her parents looked confused now. "What?" Her father asked slowly, looking at Serena who looked like she had just seen a ghost. Serena swallowed hard before forcing out a nervous laugh. “Why are you suddenly asking something like this? That was eight years ago. Why are you going back to the past?”

My back hit one of the tombs, the stone biting into my skin. “You dare to defy the word of God and threaten his messenger?” he growled, lifting my gown and slapping my ass hard. A sharp gasp left my lips, heat rushed through my body. “If I’ve been a bad girl, then punish me,” I breathed, rocking my hips slowly from side to side. “I’ll make you kneel in front of God and beg Him for forgiveness,” he shot back, gripping my waist tightly. A grin spread across my face. “I want you to force the Holy Spirit into me, Father. Make me speak in tongues.”

He has only left me one choice, and that is to beg harder. ===========================

I begged. "Elysia …?"

Elysia Pov "Beg!" He shrieked at me. His voice was louder than before. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes. My whole body was burning for revenge, but I had no power, no means to save myself from this misery and coming chaos. I have to beg for his help, and I need to; It's the only way I can keep myself and then map out a revenge plan. "Please help me." My lips struggled to mutter words that irritated my heart. Every glance at him and all I can see is his gun edge at Jake and killing him in cold blood.