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31. Fear Her Return

Author: Hermajesty
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-27 17:34:11

~Sienna~

I had slept in Lincoln’s multimillion-dollar mansion, and I must say, wealth and luxury is an understatement. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the sprawling bed I was given was so plush it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.

The maids were warm and attentive, treating me like royalty—offering fresh fruit, warm towels, and anything I could ask for without hesitation.

But none of it mattered.

The burden on my mind wouldn’t let me enjoy even a sliver of the comfort surrounding me. The lavish beauty of the mansion was drowned out by the weight in my chest. How could I relax when Lincoln’s chilling words kept replaying in my head? “Be mine… or be an outsider. Your choice.”

I hadn’t seen Lincoln since he dropped that ultimatum last night. I guessed—and hoped—he was out in some secret mafia dealings or whatever shadowy activities a man like him was tangled in.

By the time the morning rolled around, the glamour of the mansion was beginning to feel suffo
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