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them, sealing them inside. The room smelled of aged

with rage. He picked up a crumpled tabloid newspaper and hurled it across

led outside the police station after the robbery, the headline s

t onto the desk. The crystal whiskey decanter rattled. "You are dragging

crossed his legs, resting his elbows on the armrests, looking entirely bored. He

shadows, a silent observer. Her eyes tracked the micro-expressions on

aid, his voice a low, lethal whisper. "But she serves her purpose. She

is family!" Theodore yelled. "She l

en, he slowly turned his head. His dark eye

ok of a curator inspecting a flawed piece of art. Her breath hitched. The air in the room f

r," Gregory announced to his f

shock as she stared at the side of Gregory's face. Replace her? A wave of nausea h

face melted away, replaced by a calculating, greedy hunger.

u do," Theod

ied effortlessly, his grip tighte

ather chair. "If she can't maintain the image... the restricti

faith, Father," Gregory said, a v

and dismissively. "G

e moment the heavy doors clicked shut behind them in t

e you insane?" she hissed, her voice shaking with supp

unfazed. "You think you have a choice?

spat, her nails digging into her own

wall. He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I wrote

racing the line of her neck. The touch sent a viol

, "do you want me to throw you out right now? Let the med

is dark, empty eyes and realized just how dangerous the man she married

rand staircase. "Prepare yourself to be a better

nds were curled into tight fists, her body tre

oncession was temporary. Gregory's control was suffocating. If

rs and pulled out her phone. She opened a secu

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in a gilded cage. She was the po