A Game of Power and Deception
The night had been long, but Elsa’s sleep had been short.
She jolted awake, her breath uneven, her mind replaying the torment of the past few days. The humiliation. The near drowning. The cold smirk on Liam’s face as he watched her suffer.
Enough.
She had spent too much time wallowing in misery, trapped in Liam’s cruel game. But now, something inside her had shifted. She wasn’t going to let him control her anymore.
If Liam wanted a war, she would give him one.
Her fingers clenched into fists. It was time to strike back.
Elsewhere in the Mansion
Liam sat in his dimly lit study, the amber liquid in his glass swirling under the chandelier's glow. His mind replayed the scene from last night—Elsa lying weak and defeated, her body trembling from the cold.
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