Ayra’s POV
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*She’s kidnapped and will dress that way? She’s kidnapped and Leon would look at her that way? She’s kidnapped and she dares flaunt the black card she probably stole from Leon?*
Stole?
I felt something break inside me. Something deep. Quiet. But permanent.
I heard the banging at the door then — loud, urgent — but my body didn’t respond. My legs felt weak, unconnected to the rest of me. My fingers scrolled again.
*b***h, stop seducing Leon. You don’t deserve him!*
*Wait isn’t this the stupid nerd from that high school in Phoenicia? She was bullied all the time.*
God. How far did they dig?
My past. My trauma. My father. My body.
Nothing was off limits.
Nothing was sacred.
I forced myself up, holding the phone tightly in my palm like it was the only anchor I had. I
