The Woman That Ruined Me: A Love Bound In Blood
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panic seized her chest. Where was she? Her heart thudded in her ears as she scanned the unfamiliar room. The walls were sl
vious night rushed in like a storm. She remembered the chase, the pounding
enne's deep, calm voice.
ped into her world, effortlessly taking control of the situation. Adrienne had saved her, but more than that, she had pro
ake sense of anything, the door opened, and Adrienne entered, holding a tray with coffee and a sand
and intimidating than she had been last night, but there was still a sharpness to her presence. It wasn't the softness
e chaos of the previous night. She reached for the coffee, trying to ease the tension in her shoulders.
sture relaxed but still commanding. "You need to
y next, her mind still too fuzzy to process the situation clearly. "Why did they c
wavering. "Who?" she asked, though her t
. "I borrowed money, and now... I can't pay it back. They sai
rdening for a moment before it softened. "T
e money, but what else could she do? She was drowning in debt. "I didn't
bedside table, her eyes never leaving Lena. "I don't think this is just about money," Adrienne said, her voice
ds rang with a terrifying truth she hadn't fully grasped. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Lena whispered, looking down at
it on Lena's arm. "You don't have to do it alone," she said quietly, her gaze
There was something in her tone, something unspoken, that made Lena's chest
for it, quickly glancing at the screen. "I need to go to work in an hour," she said, suddenly feeling like everything
her eyes unreadable. "You can't go back t
. "I don't have a choice. I need
you," she said firmly. "But when you're done, you're coming
eople again, alone, made her stomach twist in knots. "Fine," she said reluct
clearly unconvinced, but did
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road, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Adrienne's presence beside her was comforting, but also unsettling. There was som
s turned upside down. Her heart hammered in her chest as she rushed inside, her eyes scanning the mess in horror. Clothes were
o process what she was seeing. This wa
id casually, but when she saw the state of the apartment, her expression shifted instantly to one of cold determi
d, her focus unwavering. Lena stood frozen in place, terrified and yet somehow reassure
ng room, her eyes scanning the space. "No one's here," she
handle it, but the words caught in her throat. How could she stay
er a chance to argue.
le she had left-her bag, some clothes, and the few things that still felt like home. Sh
they walked to the car, her hand brushing ag
r chest. I don't know how I got here, she though