A Prison So Passionate

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respect and inspired fear. His striking features, including his round face, sh

to his mother, "Di

d back, "Don

other. He dared not speak to Pierre directly or linger around him, lest he face

last longer than you expected."She r

weakling like Logan, why not focus on R

itch... she's always plotting something

it the old woman in the hosp

going to do that. We all know she hates me uncondition

d do some meaningful research. She migh

fine... I'll just do it." She sto

n the room lingered. The family's dynamics were co

torted in rage as she hurled the glass c

on here?" Leon exclaimed, narr

mous. "Shut up and get that good-fo

havior. "When will you stop treating your husband like a

ee, Leon... I'm delighted you referred to him as my husband." Her long fin

ling me how to treat and control him! He's my husband, not you

e firm. "And he's my father, so

re you shouting at your mom?" He attempted to push Leon away from Ra

sn't suit you," Leon lashed out

s, Leon? This isn't the best time for..." But Leo

the constant tension, the feeling that he didn't belon

eon, the atmosphere in the room g

, but Ryan's attention was diverted. He felt an intense heat emanating from a pair of piercing eyes. He turned to

struggled to compose himself

ned, "Mr. Ryan Well

empting to regain his comp

on. Ryan's eyes drifted back to Molly, an

" Ryan wondered,

g permission to use the restr

ened to the school store, where he le

voice startled him. "

ssion a mix of surprise and trepidation. "

ined fixed on him

standing up straight. "

turned grave. "Ar

tempting to grasp the co

never wavered. "Are

ghtly. "We're just friend

"Hmmm." She turned and walked

side him for support. "That was terrifyin

thoughts."What are you doing

ou are here ,are you alr

Ryan. What's wrong? You

g area, ensuring Molly was nowhere

d concerned. "Yeah, I'm

to a whisper. "Nothin

the corner, her expression enigmati

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retching her muscles and cracking her knuckles. She had just finis

ith Logan and Madam Sharon's headache. Everything replayed quickly in her mind, and she shrugged her shoulders, hastenin

tly removing a towel from her back to clean up the spill.

l," the stranger replied in a gravelly vo

his palms. "Why are his palms so cold?" she w

s disarmingly attractive, with piercing red eyes t

ng?" he asked, f

ammer, "C-can I know

hint of a smile on his lips. "It's

TBC