CHAPTER 8

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GENEVIEVE

My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurry as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, unfamiliar.

My head throbbed and I tried to bear the sharp pain in my head. I sat up abruptly, my heart pounding as I took in the sleek modern furniture and the large window overlooking a cityscape I didn't recognize.

My gaze snapped to the couch by the window, where Roman sat, staring at me intently. A frown appeared on my face and a gasp escaped my lips.

Flashbacks of the previous night surged through my mind like a tidal wave. The argument, the confrontation, and the blur of events that followed.

I glared at Roman, anger and confusion battling within me. I clenched my fists in anger and Without a word, I swung my legs off the bed and strode past him, my mind set on leaving.

Just as I reached the door, Roman's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. He spun me around and held my arm, pulling me close.

" Genevieve "

he pleaded, his voice low and urgent. I rem