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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 hid like a rat in an underground fight club, numbly going through each day. With that 100 grand, I would be closer to reclaiming the estate. The thought jolted me awake, and I found myself staring up at the sterile white of the ceiling. "Did the money come through?" The fight club's manager hadn't expected that to be my first words. She stayed silent. It felt like a hammer had hit my chest. Tears poured out uncontrollably. I was delusional to think Rex would ever let me have my way. "Never mind. I'll just fight a few more matches—"

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

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he said as he violently let go of my cheek. My body was so weak because of the fear of what they could do to me. I'm not sure, and I'm perplexed by what they said because I've never committed a major sin, particularly against them. I have nothing to do now but cry and show that I am a very weak woman. I'm not a strong woman. Yes, I am brave but not in this situation.

I ran barefoot to the main road to scream for help until a passing car stopped. But when I got back, shivering and half-dead, Jennifer was there. She was kneeling on the grass, holding his hand. She cried pretty tears as he woke up, flawlessly stealing my rescue. I stared into his eyes now, begging him to see the truth. I needed him to know I wasn't just a business deal. I was the woman who bled for him. Instead, Ellis let out a dark, mocking laugh. He let go of my other wrist and stepped back. He looked at me like I was a piece of garbage on his shoe.

Every bed was made and untouched, and the silence had the specific quality of a place that had been abandoned in order rather than fled from in panic. I walked through it alone, checking each room the way I checked them in life, making the count. Everything in its place. Everyone was gone. Illara was barely alive with a strange-looking dagger lodged in her chest while she begged me to forgive her for making such a terrible mistake. I woke before dawn with the dream still on me, that particular heaviness, and I lay in the dark and listened to the settlement breathe around me and thought about Dahlia's child with the too-fast heartbeat and the healer who wouldn't finish her sentences.

He reached for my hand. This time. I didn’t pull away immediately. “I know I don’t deserve another chance.” His voice shook. “But give me one.” “Just one.” “I’ll spend every day earning back your trust.” I stared into his eyes. For the first time in days. I saw desperation instead of excuses. He wasn’t defending himself anymore. He was pleading. “I want to take you somewhere.” I frowned. “What?” “A date.” I blinked. “A date?” “We haven’t spent time together in weeks.” His lips curved into a sad smile. “Let me remind you why we fell in love.”