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Chapter 22: Deceived

Author: Sophia R. E.
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Eden's POV

“What do you want?”

Sir Oliver's question echoes in my ear over and over again.

I look at him, confused. And he's staring at me dead in the eye, no ounce of warmth on his face. I don't understand. Why is he acting so cold to me all of a sudden? What could I have done for him to start treating me this way out of the blue?

I swallow before opening my mouth to respond. “I—”

“Oliver darling, come back to bed.” A woman's voice booms from inside his bedroom.

My jaw falls loose, my mouth opening wide and my heart ceases to beat for a moment. If he's with that woman so early in the morning then it means she spent the night in his bedroom. How could he do this to me after what's happened between us?

“I asked you a question, Eden,” Sir Oliver snaps, his hand tightening around his doorknob. “What are you doing here?”

“I came... to see you.” I fight off the tremor in my voice and try to speak firmly. But it's no use. Not when my heart is being shredded to pieces. And not while
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This is an awful story for Eden so far. I hope she recovers and pays them all back. Especially her abusive Father!
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