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Ghost POV

Call me crazy—I don’t fucking care.

I accept it. I own it.

Last night, I fucked him in as many places as possible where he had touched a woman, claiming the space for us, wiping out the remnants of the life he tried to force himself into.

But that window—that fucking window.

Every time I’ve looked at it, I’ve seen him with her. His hands on her body. His lips against her skin. His gaze locked on the glass, seeing their reflection as he pretended to be the man he was expected to be.

I can’t stand it. I fucking hate it.

So now, I’m going to fix it.

He won’t be able to look anywhere in this fucking room without remembering me. Without remembering us.

This space was tainted with the lies of the man he was forcing himself to be, and I am erasing every last trace of that bullshit.

He belongs to me. And tonight, I’m making sure he knows it.

Prince stands in front of the window, staring at me. His chest rises and falls in anticipation, his muscles taut, like he already knows exactly
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