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The Gala
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2026-05-22 09:03:00The moment my heel touched the red carpet, I knew this night would either save me or bury me alive.
Camera flashes exploded from every direction like gunfire. David’s hand stayed firm on my lower back, guiding me forward as we stepped out of the car. The necklace sat heavy against my collarbone, a constant reminder of his control. I forced a bright smile while my stomach twisted into painful knots. My legs felt unsteady in the tall heels, but I kept moving.
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