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CHAPTER NINE
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He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment, I thought I had struck a nerve. But then he smirked, a slow, knowing smile that made my stomach twist. "You’ve always been stubborn, Carmen," he said, his tone almost amused. "But I’m not going anywhere this time. So if you want to boss me around, go ahead. I’ll play along—for now."His words caught me off guard, and I felt a flicker of unease. Was he really going to let me have my way? Or was this just another one of his games? I couldn’t tell, and that uncertainty only made me more determined to push him to his limits."Fine," I said, lifting my chin defiantly. "If you’re so eager to prove yourself, then start by making yourself useful. I want a hot bath drawn, fresh towels laid out, and my favorite tea waiting for me when I’m done. And don’t even think about cutting corners—I’ll know if you do."He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my demands, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gave me a mock salute and turned to leave the room. "Yo
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But, in that moment, he moved swiftly, blocking my path. Despite my efforts to avoid him, he stood his ground. Without uttering a single word, he effortlessly lifted me onto his shoulder and began walking toward the waiting boat. I screamed in protest, my voice echoing loudly, but no amount of struggling or resistance could break his iron grip."For the love of God, Perion! Put me down!" I yelled.He then powered the boat, and it gradually began to pull out of port. He released me, yet despite the chaos swirling around us, his touch felt unyielding and firm. I struggled vigorously to pry his hands away!"Are you attempting to murder me?!" I cried out, voicing my fear about not knowing how to swim."Don't rock the boat, Carmenta!" Perion said, his tone tinged with irritation and danger."I loathe you, moron!" I yelled, thrashing against him. But his grip didn’t falter. If anything, he seemed to enjoy my futile attempts to escape.Despite my desperate efforts, the balance of the boat wa
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"No, I'm not!" I stood my ground as I fought tooth and nail against my father's insistence."I'm warning you, Carmen. If you attempt to evade responsibility for this, I will nullify every f'ng provision outlined in the legal documents.""For the love of God, you know me better than they do! I am f'ng clean!""For heaven's sake, Carmen, can't you see? I can't have you here! You brought shame upon us. Upon me. You think it's that easy, don't you? Just throw money at the problem, sweep it under the rug, and pretend it never happened. How many times did I have to buy your silence, Carmen?" His voice trembled with anger and frustration, his hands gripping the edge of the table as if he could control his emotions that way."This is insane! You can't just send me away because you assume I’m involved in something illegal! You have no right to control my life like this!" I protested, my voice rising with frustration and emotion. My shoulders curled inward, as if trying to shield myself from th
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"No, I'm not!" I stood my ground as I fought tooth and nail against my father's insistence."I'm warning you, Carmen. If you attempt to evade responsibility for this, I will nullify every f'ng provision outlined in the legal documents.""For the love of God, you know me better than they do! I am f'ng clean!""For heaven's sake, Carmen, can't you see? I can't have you here! You brought shame upon us. Upon me. You think it's that easy, don't you? Just throw money at the problem, sweep it under the rug, and pretend it never happened. How many times did I have to buy your silence, Carmen?" His voice trembled with anger and frustration, his hands gripping the edge of the table as if he could control his emotions that way."This is insane! You can't just send me away because you assume I’m involved in something illegal! You have no right to control my life like this!" I protested, my voice rising with frustration and emotion. My shoulders curled inward, as if trying to shield myself from th
