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Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 635    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

firmary, a bandage tight around my shoulder. The doctor said the knife had m

't fee

He stood at the foot of my bed, his ar

e said, his voice low. "Y

umb. Sloppy. I take a knife for

d, avoiding my eyes. "Tomorrow. We can't ris

r of something else in his eyes. Concern? G

turning to leave. "You'r

both physical and emotional. My shoulder

remony, one of Chloe'

uests your presence

her magnificent white gown. She was stunnin

weet smile vanished. Her face twi

she h

hen, she slapped me. Her hand cracked across my cheek,

ered. "You were just a toy. A warm body for

cheek stinging,

m. "How you were just some piece of trash he picked up off the str

d me like

said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She pointed to

er, my blood

harp. "You're going to be my footstool. I don't want t

lian was standing there, in his tuxedo, watchin

hing. His face

oor. I got on my hands and knees. The pain in my

y back, using me for leverage as she s

the limousine pulled away. I watched it disap

eart finally, truly, gav

m in the staff quarters. I packed my single duf

lian had given me for my birthday two years

t estate, past the gates I had guarded for years

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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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