/1/120424/coverbig.jpg?v=a2356e3af8ddb5352f1f8e569603be4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ologize to I
ing through the fog in her mind. It came from a tall figur
eep in the throat. She tried to propel herself up from the cold marble floor, but a scorching, electri
sobbing is the cry of an injured bird, meant to evoke sympath
dissatisfaction, and there was no warmth in his eyes. The way he looked at her was no
pe on her knee became a perfect canvas. She looked like a broken porcelain doll. Her gaze met Kalista's for less t
wned out by another burs
ologize to I
, most fearful corners of her memory. This scene, this pain, thi
ckle, but a massive flood-a raging torrent from the life she ha
is is the day it all began. She was falsely accu
gged, swearing she had never touched her. No one believed her. Ethan's face wor
ctional Center"-a gilded cage, a private institution where wealthy families hid their
is is not a nightmare, not a memory. The pain in her ankle wa
y against her ribs, like s
She was reborn at the begin
n resistance. His voice grew louder, carrying a hint of menac
mad at her," she said softly, her voice full of false concern. "It's my fault
id it, but perhaps not out of ma
ssion grew ev
burned fiercely enough to burn the entire world. But she couldn't let it go, not now.
o back to that
ally dismantle the family until sh
look
s vanished, replaced by pure, undisguised fear and regret. Rea
voice was a broken
.... I'm truly, reall
. He was ready for a quarrel, screaming, and denial. He was n
paused for a second, and her p
lips. She fell back to the floor, her face pale, tears soaking her cheeks. She didn't look at
rushing out rapidly. I just ...... Rushing to grab my des
on was flawless. It sounds like somet
smoldering embers. He still looked down at her from above, his brows tightly f
r first battle. She avoided
ing her eyes. She needed to hide them, to hide the cold,
now," she t
/1/120424/coverbig.jpg?v=a2356e3af8ddb5352f1f8e569603be4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)