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gunshot.The voice of the judge filled the hall. "By the power vested in me

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really. I don't look at the man standing beside me. Damien Wolfe. Billionaire, the pred

ena sniffles behind me. I don't turn around. I can't. If I see her broken fac

signed my life to a monster to protect my family's corpse o

or leverage?" I keep walking. One foot in front of the other. This

n walks ahead of me like he owns the ground itself. He doesn't

I hea

ays sharply into his phone. "Birth records. Inherita

st

ng in. I press myself against the cool marble, hoping I'm

marrying me. H

my bloodline, my future-is being sn

it down. I can't scream. Not yet. Not while I'm still ca

es. Maybe he w

e in s

g sharper underneath. I sit stiffly, hands folded in my lap. Dami

clean. Powerfu

ve signed. How many throats they'

y fades into cli

eel and ancient stone, carved into the edge of the worl

s in my hair. Then something h

e li

elicate. Perfect. My mother's favorite. My favorite. A flower no one's mentioned

oat ti

oes h

s? Investig

me better than

oward a towering hallway. I follow her, feet sinking into the s

a set of double d

oft click that sounds too final. T

ils. Chandeliers glitter with the cold shi

terrifying-mountains, mist, a drop that could swallow me whole. My

ng shifts in the c

rawn. Behind it,

heels silent on

aside feels like t

here

k dress I wore the night Adrian Moretti proposed. That nigh

between. My skin prickles. The painting's eyes-my

ng. Wa

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Damien

the edge of the bed. I feel like I'm falling and standing still

ssion that can'

smoke escaping through the air, but the dread lingers with me

is different. I felt something was up yet I can't f

ce slightly-though no wind stirs the air. I fe

the covers, rush to the doors, and fl

rooftop opposit

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n. His amber eyes glowed faintly like a predator in

reath, every heartbeat,

isn't the begi

g of something fa

I may no