Chapter 21 — The Mistake
The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the mansion’s tall windows, but Seren didn’t notice. Her mind was elsewhere—calculating, planning, anticipating. The events of yesterday weighed heavily on her. The contract. The control. The helplessness. If she stayed any longer in that mansion, in that web of fear and dominance, she knew she would break completely. She had survived so far, but survival wasn’t living. Not really. Not under him. Not like this. Her plan had formed slowly, meticulously. She would leave. Not in a hurry, not recklessly. Too many eyes. Too many guards. Too many invisible traps built into the walls of this place. But she could act. She could manipulate. She could pretend. All day, she played the part. Breakfast came. She ate calmly, mechanically, giving nothing
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