Chapter 117 117: Freya came in a fucking Bugatti La Voiture Noire?

Helene

Two and a half weeks.

Two and a half fucking weeks since that nightmare at Vellmont Galleria, and the humiliation still sat in my chest like a knife that wouldn’t come out. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself crawling on that cold marble floor, forehead bleeding, calling myself a...

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