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position before Ethan had shut it down. He had regulated my actions, distancing me away fr

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a data analyst, cutting me off

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ome. To the house that had

a simple black dress that I had broug

to my arms as I hurried

tires on the asphalt. My second chance had begun, and every decision I

place I had once considered a home now stood like a monu

ace carefully composed. The cold breeze bit at my skin

marble foyer. I barely took two steps inside before the

redator drawn to its prey, sto

eated close on the plush couch, whi

g more than friendship. I was convinced that they were just family

eyes sparkled when she leaned in. The way their

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and they always ha

vety, he had always known I wouldn't su

tupid had

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med, rising gracef

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my sides, forcing my l

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closer. Her perfectly manicured fingers reached o

be in m

ly at the cold dismissal,

ed up, his brow fur

climbing the stairs and leaving the

vulnerable victim to a powerful fo

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