As morning light filtered through the curtains, Tania finally stood, adjusting her clothes. She looked down at Fabian, a cruel smile on her lips. “Thanks for your services, Fabian,” she said mockingly. “You were quite… satisfying.”
Fabian lay on the floor, his body drenched in sweat, his mind reeling from the night’s events. He felt hollow, broken. He had always thought he could resist Tania’s manipulation, but last night proved otherwise. She had taken everything from him his dignity, his strength, and his control.
Tania leaned down, her face inches from his. “And remember,” she whispered, her tone cold and deadly, “not a word about this to a single soul else, I will kill Grace without hesitation.”
Fabian didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the floor as Tania left the room, her footsteps
