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ERICA I trudged into the mansion early in the morning, every muscle in my body aching from another long, grueling night at the club. All I wanted was to crash into bed, shut out the world, and maybe get a few precious hours of sleep. But as I entered the living room, my steps slowed. Raffael and Clarissa were lounging on the sofa, and the second Clarissa spotted me, her eyes sparkled with malice. “Oh, look who’s finally crawling back,” she sneered, smirking. “Must be so proud of yourself, Erica. How does it feel, living like the trash you are?” I clenched my jaw and tried to walk past them, forcing myself to ignore her. I didn’t have the energy for this. But Clarissa wasn’t done. “Is that a bruise I see?” she mocked, laughing. “What, did you shake a little too hard for those desperate men throwing their pity cash at you?” I swallowed back my frustration, refusing to let her get under my skin. I’d dealt with worse. “Oh, don’t ignore me, Erica,” she drawled, her voice as sickly sw
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ERICA I stepped back, my heart racing as Raffael advanced, his eyes blazing with anger. I could feel the cold press of the wall behind me, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the fury in his gaze. Before I could say anything, his hand shot out, gripping my throat with a pressure that made me gasp, every breath a struggle. “Good for nothing,” he spat, his face just inches from mine. “All week, and this is what you bring me? This pathetic little pile of change?” I struggled, my fingers reaching up to claw at his hand, but he held tight. My voice was hoarse as I forced out, “I’m not killing myself just to make more” “Goddamit! Were you born stupid or you just love to act stupid huh?!” Raffael growled, pounding his fist on the wall which filled me more with an intense fright. “I can’t do more than this Raffael! Should I force the men to give me money there? Should I put a gun on their head and force them to empty their accounts on me because I am trying to please you?” The words
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ERICA I hadn’t even recovered from the shame and humiliation Raffael had put me through when Clarissa stormed in, fury in her eyes. She yanked me up from the ground with a painful grip, delivering a hard slap that took me by surprise and left me in total shock. “Clarissa…” I gasped, clutching the cheek she slapped. Another ear-splitting slap followed, her nails scratching my skin on impact. “How dare you!” Her lips curled in revulsion as she glared at me, my cheeks burning from the stinging pain of both slaps. Tears filled my eyes once again, my emotions a mixture of anger, pent-up frustration, and the sorrow I was drowning in. “Look at you! Filthy bastard! You had the nerve to go naked with my man, huh? Trying to seduce him?” Clarissa growled, gripping my hair and yanking my head back. I clutched her arm, gritting my teeth as I fought to free myself from her hold, but her grip was too tight. “Let me go, Clarissa! I didn’t do anything with your good-for-nothing man!” I’d had eno
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ERICA Later that night, as I finally settled into the stillness of my room, exhaustion washed over me. My cheek still throbbed from Clarissa’s earlier slap, and the memory of my confrontation with her lingered, bringing a tight, unsteady ache in my chest. Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone vibrated against the bedside table, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID. It was my younger sister, Lilibeth. A surge of worry pulsed through me as I picked up. "Lilibeth?" "Erica," she whispered, her voice laced with tension. “I… I need to see you.” I could hear the quiver in her voice, as if she was holding back tears. “Lilibeth, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked with a fright, my mind conjuring the worsts situations my sister could be subjected to. “Not really,” she murmured, sniffling. “I… I just miss you so much. They’re keeping me here, Erica. I feel like a prisoner.” My heart twisted painfully. I knew “they” meant Raffael’s people. He was still keep
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ERICA I had woken up early to prepare breakfast and clean the house so I’d have enough time to spend with my sister. I still couldn’t believe it! Raffael actually agreed to let my sister come see me, even after all the chaos yesterday. Of course, I knew it wasn’t without a price. He had made it clear—he wasn’t the type to give favors for free. I wondered what other games he had up his sleeve. Whatever the case, I would do my best to avoid him and Clarissa. It was noon now. The house was spotless, breakfast had been served hours ago, and I’d even prepared lunch, waiting for whenever Raffael and Clarissa decided they wanted to eat. As I sat in anticipation of Lilibeth’s arrival, the door to the living room opened, and Romano walked in, followed closely by my younger sister, Lilibeth. “Erica!” she squealed with joy, rushing past Romano to throw her arms around me in a tight hug. “Lily!” I hugged her back, feeling a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh, my heart,” I said, playf
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RAFFAEL I slammed the door shut behind us, and Clarissa barely flinched. She crossed her arms and tried to look innocent, but I wasn’t buying it. “What the hell were you thinking?” I demanded, my voice low but edged with anger. She blinked at me, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t play dumb, Clarissa,” I snapped. “I know you were the one who started that mess with Erica and her sister. I had to support you out there, but don’t think for a second I didn’t notice what you were doing.” Her face twisted slightly, and then she let out a dramatic sigh, shrugging as if she’d been caught doing something trivial. “I just… I wanted to get back at Erica, okay?” she said, her tone edged with frustration. “She slapped me yesterday, Raffael. Slapped me. Do you know how humiliating that was?” “And dumping fruit over her sister’s head and slapping her back was supposed to solve that?” I took a step closer, glaring down at her. “Clarissa, that’s not getting back
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Clarissa stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her with a frustrated huff. Her face was flushed with anger, her jaw set in a determined line. Mrs. Taylor Cutter, her mother, looked up from the magazine she’d been reading in the living room, her perfectly manicured eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Clarissa, what on earth has gotten into you?” she asked, setting her magazine down and giving her daughter a concerned look. Clarissa’s eyes narrowed, and she flopped dramatically onto the couch. “It’s Raffael, Mother,” she said, voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and fury. “I… I don’t even know what to do anymore.” Mrs. Cutter’s brow furrowed. “What has he done now?” Her voice was laced with irritation, though her gaze was sharp. She leaned forward, watching her daughter closely. Clarissa let out an exaggerated sigh, clutching a pillow to her chest as if to console herself. “He’s been ignoring me. He hardly even looks at me anymore, all because of… her,” she spat, pra
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ERICA I was scrubbing down the living room floor, the smell of lemon cleaner filling the air as I worked, when I heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the tile. I looked up to see Clarissa walking in, her designer bag slung over her shoulder and a smug expression on her face. She stopped in the doorway, her gaze flicking over me with barely concealed distaste. “Where’s Raffael?” she asked, her tone sharp, as if my presence alone was an inconvenience. I straightened, gripping the cleaning cloth in my hand. “He’s not here right now. I think he had some business to take care of,” I replied as politely as I could manage. Clarissa’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a sigh that seemed half disappointment, half irritation. “Of course. Always leaving things for me to deal with.” She dropped her bag onto a chair and headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll wait,” she announced, as if I’d had a choice in the matter. I watched her rummage through the fridge, eventually
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ERICA I stirred awake slowly, feeling the soft pull of consciousness dragging me out of sleep. The air was still, quiet, except for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. My body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to slip back into the comfort of sleep. But something felt… off. Like I wasn’t alone. A strange, prickling sensation crawled up my spine, the kind you get when you’re being watched. My brows furrowed as I shifted slightly, stretching my legs beneath the plush covers. The feeling didn’t go away. I hesitated before finally cracking my eyes open, my vision blurry at first. As the haze cleared, my gaze landed on the doorway—and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Raffael. Standing there. Watching me. I shot up so fast that the blanket pooled around my waist. A startled gasp ripped from my throat. “Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!” Raffael didn’t even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe, arms cros
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ERICA The disposable camera hung loosely from my wrist as we walked out of the store, Raffael’s words still echoing in my head: “The real fun begins now.” I wasn’t sure what his idea of fun was, but so far, I had to admit he’d done a good job of keeping things lighthearted. The thought made me smile as we strolled down the street, his presence steady beside me. We’d spent the morning walking through the city, and though the camera was supposed to be for me to capture things that caught my attention, I noticed Raffael was snapping pictures, too—mostly of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I called him out once, playfully swatting at his hand as he clicked another sneaky shot. “You’re supposed to be capturing the scenery, not stalking me with that thing.” “I am capturing the scenery,” he replied with a smirk. “You just happen to be the most interesting part of it.” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. I turned my attention to the bustling streets, takin
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ERICA The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, pulling me from my sleep. I stretched lazily, the ache of yesterday’s travel still lingering in my bones. For a moment, I lay there in silence, taking in the comfort of the plush bed beneath me. I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was when we arrived yesterday. The moment we stepped into Raffael’s penthouse, sleep had taken over, leaving me with no energy to explore my surroundings. Sitting up, I finally took the time to look around the room. It was breathtaking—spacious yet intimate, with large windows that let in an abundance of natural light. The walls were a soft cream color, accented with abstract artwork that looked like it cost more than I could ever imagine. The furniture was sleek and modern, with a cozy touch that made the room feel warm despite its size. A large chandelier hung above, its crystals catching the morning light and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. It felt like stepping into a dif
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ERICA I sat on the couch, a book open in my lap, my eyes glued to the same paragraph I’d read three times already. It was supposed to be an escape, something to keep my mind occupied, but tonight, it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chloe. She was gone, really gone. The realization still hit me like a cold slap every time it resurfaced. No matter how hard I tried to move past it, her face would flash in my mind—her smirks, her sneers, the way she’d always made me feel so small and out of place. Chloe and I had never been friends, not even
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CLARISSA I couldn’t stop pacing. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and every breath I took felt shallow and labored. Ray’s living room, usually calm and orderly, now felt like it was closing in on me. The walls seemed smaller, the air suffocating, and no matter how much I tried to slow my thoughts, they kept spiraling. My hands shook as I ran them through my hair, my palms clammy. “I can’t do this, Ray,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. My voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything I was feeling. “Clarissa, stop,” Ray said for the fifth time, his voice low and calm, but it only frustrated me further. He stood by the couch, leaning against the armrest with his arms crossed, as though we were discussing something trivial. His composure made me want to scream. “Stop?” I snapped, spinning around to glare at him. “How do you expect me to stop when everything is falling apart? Chloe is dead, Ray!
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ERICA DAYS LATER This past few days had been… strange. Raffael had been unusually busy, barely around the house. It was almost like he’d disappeared into thin air. I couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to come home later and later every night. Not that I could complain—he’d practically ordered me to stay away from the club. His exact words were, “You’re not setting foot there for a while.” I didn’t know why, and I wasn’t about to press him for answers. A part of me was relieved, though. It meant I was temporarily free from being his personal maid or errand girl at the club. For once, I could just… exist. My days had settled into a quiet, repetitive rhythm: cleaning the house, reading whatever I could find in the mansion’s massive library, and taking long walks in the gardens. The nights, however, were different. Lonely. The mansion felt hollow without him here. Not that I’d admit it to myself, but his absence left an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. I’d sit at the din
