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Chapter 16: Corset struggles
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MYAAs I followed Angelo down the grand staircase, the faint creak of the polished wood under our feet seemed to echo louder than necessary. His calm voice broke the silence between us.“I’ll order food for us,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. His tone was casual, but there was something definitive about it. “You don’t have to cook while we’re here.”I hesitated, my grip tightening on the smooth railing. The idea of just sitting back while someone else handled everything felt weird. I swallowed hard, then spoke up, my voice softer than I intended.“Won’t that be a waste?” I asked, trying to sound practical. “I mean, I know how to cook. I actually enjoy it. I wouldn’t mind making something for you… especially after everything you’ve done for me.”Angelo stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turning to face me fully. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of curiosity and something unreadable flickering across his face.“Trust me,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “It
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MYA The initial warmth in their smiles felt genuine, even welcoming, but as soon as Angelo walked off, the air shifted. It was subtle at first but when one of the women, the one with sleek black hair and piercing green eyes, leaned in closer, her smile twisted into something far less friendly. It was a full blown sneer. “So,” she said, her tone sharp and icy, “how does it feel to wear a ring you clearly don’t deserve?”I blinked, caught completely off guard by the hostility in her voice. “Excuse me?” I managed, unsure if I’d misheard her.“You heard me,” she snapped, her green eyes narrowing. “You’re sitting here acting all sweet and innocent, but do you even understand who Angelo is? Who we are?”“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”The other woman, a blonde with an icy smile, chuckled coldly. “Oh, she doesn’t know. That’s adorable.”Their sudden change in attitude threw me completely off balance. Just moments ago, they had been all smiles and polite questions. Now
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The man fell on his knees, trembling, his face pale and streaked with blood. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he begged for his life, his voice laced with desperation. “Please… spare me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just following orders. I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”Angelo looked completely unbothered by his tears, his expression looked like it was carved from stone, eyes cold and unforgiving. He twirled his knife lazily in one hand, the blade glinting under the lights. His voice was calm but laced with danger. “You didn’t want to hurt anyone?” he repeated, stepping closer to the man. “Yet you came here armed, disrupted my evening, and terrorized my wife. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”The man flinched as Angelo crouched in front of him, the knife was still in his hand. “Give me one good reason not to end your pathetic existence right now,” Angelo said.My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the scene unfold. The sheer ruthlessness in Angelo’s
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I wanted to die.Right there, on the spot. Just let the ground swallow me whole and never let me come back.I stared at him, horrified, as the weight of what I’d just said crashed down on me.“Yes, Daddy.”Oh. My. God.Kill me. Now.Somebody please drive a stake through my fucking heart and put an end to my suffering.His fingers dropped from my chin so fast, like my skin had burned him. And the look on his face? I didn’t even know what to call it. Shock? Confusion? Whatever it was, it made my stomach twist painfully.For a second, I thought maybe I could take it back, erase it somehow. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe I’d imagined the whole thing.But I knew better.Because he had heard me.And now, he was looking at me like… like I was something strange.Heat flooded my face. I could feel it creeping up my neck, burning my ears, making my whole body hum with mortification.“I—I take that back,” I stammered weakly. My voice didn’t even sound like mine.His face gave nothing away.And t
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