The Unshackled: A Hacker's Retribution

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retch. She struggled to get up, only for

ock surprise, "Oops, my bad,

Eliana? You're nothing but a pathetic stray dog. Do you know why Lucien won't even

for breath, then suddenly coughed u

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stepped back, and "accidentally"

see-her once-soft skin now covered in sca

liana-curiosity, pity, fake

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at, Eliana forced out

skirt back into place, but Vivian's stile

mouth with a laugh, "Sorry, Eliana, my injured foo

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alized how tall

chair, looking her straight in the e

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owly crou

learly-filled with nothing

expert I paid a fortune for-just for a cripple like you? Without my fav

nd laughed-wild, manic laughter that

expert

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ed her, he dismissed her

ife, her closest kin, yet he repaid her

refree and indulgent, wit

ays appear in the morning with dew-drenched camellias, waiting fo

her wounds in front of everyone and

e twisted her body with effort, sei

nothin

ell away, revealing a tattoo at th

u've been up to be

Lucien twisted her arm and

kill

e open again, blood gus

od-soaked floor, her nose filled

p, finding not a shred o

once starved himself with guilt over

it, L

than a whisper, yet her words

it's over. We

wailed

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