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Chapter 2
r bedroom door
was still a frantic drum against her ribs. It wasn't fear. It was the sharp, metallic t
n't do
ther-bound notebook. Inside, written in neat, precise English, were pages
the page titled
and 'easily angered,' she dr
d darkened, the violent tremor in his fist-that wasn't an act. But his res
In the privacy of his own room, with no witnesses, even
had to do it in public. She had to put him on a stage whe
devotion to Ashleigh was his defining trait, his
be at school. And the
thing inescapable, something that would pul
alendar pinned to her corkboa
erm
utiful. She would humiliate him. In front of everyone. I
wn social annihilation. But for a chance at true death, a
t that door was closed. She had tested every lock in her previous life. Only another's hand-driven by rage, u
lowed by the housekeeper's voice
into the deepest part of her desk d
re, a bandage wrapped clumsily around his knuckles. He w
avy, broken only by the clink o
eat directly across from him
e ice. He said nothing, but the hatred wa
k. She cut a piece of her filet mign
ptively sweet. "Next time, you should try using
gainst his plate, the s
of his chair scraping violen
ked at them, her eyes wide
nt, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, without a
a slow, satisfied smi
was a bomb, and she just needed to
o her meal, the steak
ng ready for bed, her phone buzzed
om him. You'l
from. Ashleigh Meadows. The queen
eenshot, saving it for later. It was
d a simp
e to see
her bed. Her eyes gleamed in the dim ligh
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