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Chapter Nine: The Coldest Bed

Author: Kendra jones
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Skyla's pov

The car winds through the darkened streets, gliding past the glittering cityscape as Barcelona fades behind us. I should feel something excitement, nervousness, maybe even relief that the public spectacle of our wedding is over but all I feel is… empty.

Alonso hasn’t spoken since his clipped “No” at the reception. His focus remains fixed on the road, his face illuminated by the occasional glow of passing streetlights. His silence is heavy too heavy, but I don’t dare break it again.

I fold my hands in my lap, my wedding ring catching the light. It’s beautiful,an oval diamond framed by smaller stones but it feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else. A woman who wanted this.

A woman who doesn’t exist.

When the car finally slows, my breath catches. The estate looms before us, sprawling and impossibly grand. Wrought-iron gates open as we approach, revealing manicured gardens and towering stone pillars. The mansion itself is a blend of old-world charm and modern
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