Chapter 22 Chapter 22 – The Taste of Poison

Mya

I am magnificent. I hate it, but it’s true.

The black brocade is heavy and stiff, weighing me down like the truth of my marriage. It doesn’t feel like a dress. It feels like a custom-made cage, but it fits my fury perfectly. The diamonds around my throat and wrist are cold, beautiful shackle...

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