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CHAPTER 33: Helena's Desperation

Author: Madel McDonough
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

HELENA’S POV:

My footsteps echo through the opulent hallway of Braxton’s penthouse. My anger seething beneath my chest like molten lava trapped within a volcano. My eyes, once alive with vibrancy and expectation, now radiate a cold and malevolent glint, like shards of ice cutting through the air. My high-heeled shoes clatter against the marble floor, each click a punctuation mark to the unspoken fury that’s engulfing me.

-”How dare them do that you?!”-

Hazel’s voice rumbles in my head and in my ears, which amplifies the intensity of my emotions.

The penthouse's private elevator descends with a smooth, almost eerie silence, like the fake calculated exterior cloaking me. The soft ping of each passing floor echoes the beat of my vindictive heart.

I stare at my reflection on the floor-to-ceiling mirror. My glossy black hair frames my face like a curtain of shadows, and the crimson dress I’m wearing exudes an air of power and allure that masks the rage beneath. My lips, painted a deep
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