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Chapter 6: The Price of Defiance

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last update Last Updated: 2025-03-04 14:57:02

Elena’s POV

The room felt colder than before.

The air was thick with tension, suffocating, pressing against my lungs like an iron weight. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the beaten, bruised man between Alessandro’s guards. Blood dripped from his split lip, staining the collar of his shirt. His breathing was shallow, labored—like he already knew this was his end.

He tried to help me.

And now, he was going to die because of it.

Alessandro stood beside him, his hands tucked into the pockets of his suit, the picture of calm indifference. His gaze met mine, unreadable, but I could feel the weight of his unspoken warning.

You tried to escape. You failed. And now, someone else will pay the price.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight.

"Let him go," I forced out, my voice hoarse.

Alessandro tilted his head, amusement flickering across his face. "Let him go?" he echoed, as if the very idea was ridiculous. He let out a soft chuckle. "Tell me, amore, why would I do that?"

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