My Ninth Life: Breaking Free

as on my ninth life, cold in a dusty attic room, a flat digital voice repeating its impossib

This time, the System' s chilling ultimatum echoed with no emotion: "Failu

, and immediately imposed her latest cruelty: I was demoted to the gardener'

ical procedures where she watched me bleed out. I' d endured skin grafts from my own thigh because Derek faked an injury, been forced into life-threatening b

agony for a devotion she clearly didn't deserve, a woman who treated me as less than human? I j

er "devotion," or her "permanent removal from the equation," then I would choose freedom. After her last threat-to harm the only person