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The next morning, I woke up feeling the same way I always did these days: heavy. It was as though lead had pooled in my chest overnight, weighing me down before I’d even had the chance to face the day. I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the dim light filtering through the curtains wash over me. The silence of the penthouse made my ears ring. It was remarkable how loud nothingness could be.I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples before I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My toes brushed against the cool hardwood floor, and for a moment, I let myself stay like that—feet grounded, head bowed, trying to summon the strength to face another day.The memory of last night’s gala replayed in my mind like a cruel highlight reel. The forced smiles, the whispers behind our backs, Julian’s cold, detached presence by my side. And then that moment in the living room when I’d dared to ask him why he married me. His answer had been as cutting as it was predictable. “Because it was c
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I stormed into my father’s study, the heavy oak doors slamming behind me with a force that made the books on the shelves tremble. My fists were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. The room was dimly lit, as it always was, with a single lamp casting a golden glow over the mahogany desk. My father sat behind it, calm and composed, as though he hadn’t just crushed my dreams with a single phone call."How could you do this to me?” I demanded, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. “You sabotaged my presentation, didn’t you? You’re the reason I was taken off the list!”My father didn’t even flinch. He simply leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he regarded me with that same cold, calculating expression he always wore. “Elena,” he said smoothly, as though he were addressing an unruly child, “you were wasting your time on that nonsense. I did you a favor.”“A favor?” I repeated, my voice rising
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