Monalisa’s heart hammered wildly as Lucian walked away after seeing her and Damien.She leaned against the wall, breathing hard, her mind racing. The look in Lucian’s eyes, that knowing, slightly suspicious glance had sent a chill down her spine. How much had he seen? How long could they keep pretending?Damien’s hand on her arm brought her back to reality. “Go to your room,” he whispered urgently. “I’ll handle this.”Monalisa nodded and slipped away, her legs shaky as she returned to her bedroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to calm her racing heart. The guilt, the fear, and the lingering pleasure from earlier mixed into a confusing storm inside her.She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands. The marks on her body were hidden, but the memory of Damien’s touch was still fresh. How had things gotten so complicated so quickly? She had gone from believing she was broken to being completely addicted to her stepfather’s dominance. And now Lucian was here, ma
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