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Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 616    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

r. It was Julian. His voic

ffice

walls were lined with photos of him, of his father the Sena

file. He didn't look up when I entered. Chloe was sitt

she chirped. "

ed, my eyes

chaos begins," he said, finally looking at me. His eyes

st. It was an ord

se, sir,

e jet to a secluded, luxurious cabin nestled in the mountains.

was part of the furniture. He'd look right through me, his gaze empty. Chloe, on the other hand, seemed

paces behind, my senses on high alert, scanning the dense wood

, Jules?" Chloe said

ou," he murmure

nd. That' s when I heard it. The snap of a twig that was

t to the gu

wn!" I

ees, armed with knives and automatic weapons. Corporate spie

d Chloe behind me,

lled, pushing me forward.

han any bullet could. Not

eries of movements. The second one lunged, and as I moved to eng

alance, directly into the

ay, but it was too late. A searing, white-hot pai

rounds into his chest. The other two were al

ds fell

ng my shirt. I pressed a hand to the woun

not even a glance in my direction. He went st

" he cooed, wrapping her in

er me. The pain in my shoulder was a dull

er. The world tilted. The g

rything w

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Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine
Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine
“For three years, I was Julian Davenport's shadow – his bodyguard by day, his lover by night. Our routine was a carefully guarded secret, a stolen rhythm of illicit nights and cold mornings. Then, in the pre-dawn chill, his voice, flat and emotionless, sliced through the quiet: "It's over, Ava." He was marrying Chloe Vanderbilt, the perfect political match, and I was just... practice. He tossed my birth control pills onto the bed, a cruel reminder not to complicate his future. The worst came later, when Chloe, his fiancée, ordered me to my hands and knees, using me as a footstool to avoid dirtying her gown, while Julian watched, saying nothing. I' d taken a knife protecting her just hours before, and his only concern was her safety, not mine. I was called "sloppy." That was the moment my heart finally gave up. How could the man I protected, the man I loved, strip away my dignity so completely? Was three years of my life truly just a rehearsal? I walked away from the Davenport estate, leaving the shadow behind. But when Julian, now Governor-elect, tracked me down and tried to drag me back into his gilded cage, I knew I had to make my final stand.”
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