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105: Her Mother II
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I’m frozen, my heart hammering in my chest, the pulse throbbing painfully in my neck as Deric drags me into the dimly lit hallway. His grip on my wrist is so tight, I can almost feel the blood cutting off circulation. He’s pulling me away, like he owns me, like I’m some possession that he can just take. I can’t breathe. What the hell is he doing here? Why the hell is he touching me like this?"Let me go," I hiss through clenched teeth, the anger rising up like a storm in my chest. I try to yank my arm out of his grasp, but he holds on, forcing me to walk faster, farther from the noise and chaos of the party. My stomach churns, the air feeling heavier with each step. His scent, a mix of expensive cologne and that familiar, irritating arrogance, surrounds me. It makes me want to gag.“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” I demand, my voice shaky but laced with venom. The words are like acid in my mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the boiling rage I’m fe
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[Arella]Pulling out the towel Lincoln packed for me, I wrap it around her shivering frame. Her skin is cool to the touch, damp with seawater, and her breath is still uneven from the near-drowning."Thank you," she whispers softly, almost as if she’s still in shock.“You're welco—”“Thank you!” she repeats, louder this time. But her eyes aren’t on me anymore; they’re locked onto Lincoln.My socially awkward husband, who doesn’t even acknowledge her. He just brushes past us like she doesn’t exist, heading straight for his phone on the table. No glance. No nod. Just complete, ice-cold disregard.I want to facepalm myself.Her face falls slightly, her shoulders drooping just a bit before she looks back at me with an uncertain expression. "Help me thank your brother. I really do appreciate it."My brows furrow. Brother? Did Lincoln and I look… alike? I let out an awkward laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "He's my husband actually, and don't worry—he's glad to help. Jus
