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Serene’s POV
The living room hummed with an undercurrent of tension, the air thick with unspoken expectations.
I perched on Nicholas’s lap, my body rigid and my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. Every brush of his hand against my thigh sent a jolt through me, my heart caught between fear and something I didn’t dare name.
Across from them, Lionne—a flamboyant designer with a cascade of golden curls and a tailored suit that screamed extravagance—beamed at me, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Such a gorgeous woman,” he purred, leaning forward, his voice dripping with charm.
My gaze flickered to him, my cheeks warming under his scrutiny. It was …… humiliating how Nicholas was being so …… shameless and treating me- I felt Nicholas’s eyes on me too, heavy and possessive, ma
