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8. Seen But Not Heard
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Avery’s POV
I stood there, trying to decipher the true meaning behind his statement. Was he genuinely trying to protect me in his own twisted way, or was this just another layer of manipulation? The coldness in his voice, the intensity in his gaze—it was hard to tell if there was any sincerity behind his threats.His words were a warning, that much was clear. But was there a desperate plea hidden beneath his harsh exterior, or was he simply reinforcing his control over me? The fear of giving his father and brother any reason to intervene seemed to hint at a deeper motive, yet his delivery was so devoid of warmth that it was impossible to fully believe he cared about my well-being.The flicker of something in his eyes—fear, perhaps—left me questioning his true intentions. Was he afraid of losing control, of being forced into actions he might regret? Or was he simply ensuring that I remained compliant, a pawn in his game of power?As his eyes searchRelated chapters
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