Finale
Drake pulled his car into the meeting place, his chest tightening with every heartbeat. He had done what she asked of him. He had pushed Lucy away. Aunt Dahlia almost had what she wanted. Almost... because while she may have won the battle, Drake knew she could never truly conquer the war raging inside his heart. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was that he had broken Lucy. He had shattered the woman he loved, and it was the most unforgivable mistake of his life. “So… did you do it?” Aunt Dahlia asked, one brow raised, her voice sharp and satisfied, as if savoring every word. Drake clenched his fists, anger boiling beneath his skin. He hated her. He hated himself even more. For being weak, for being a coward who could not fight for the people he loved. “I did it,” he said bit
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