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CHAPTER 18: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL TOLL

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-28 04:47:51

CLARA'S POV

The physical threat of Marcus Vance’s remote wipe was nothing compared to the sudden shattering of my emotional armor. The performance had cost me too much. Pretending to break, pretending to cry, and feeling Ares’s possessive hands mapping my body for the microphone had pushed me completely over the edge.

"Get back to the terminal, Clara," Ares ordered, his voice no longer loud for the microphone, but dropping into a dangerously sharp whisper. "Stop the deletion."

My hands s
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