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Aziel couldn’t take the silence anymore. He had been calling Iris repeatedly, but she ended the calls one after another, her anger fueling her defiance. Just as she was about to switch off her phone, a message popped up on the screen.
Aziel: “Do you want me to come over?”
Before she could even roll her eyes, his call came in again. Against her better judgment, she picked up.
“What do you want?” Iris asked sharply, her voice laced with fury.
“Come back home. Now,” Aziel ordered in that cold, commanding tone she despised.
She let out a bitter laugh. “Go to hell, Aziel.”
“Iris, come home now,” he repeated, his tone lower, heavier.
She was about to hang up again when his next words froze her in place.
“You’ll beg me to return, trust me.”
Her brows furrowed. She didn’t fully under
