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aring pain in her arm, moved with a surprising ferocity. The tactical knife, cold and deadly in her grip, became an extension of her fury. She slashed at the

ling another assailant who had dared to target her. "Stay close!" he barked, his

blood staining her wedding dress was not just her own; it was a symbol of her liberation from a life built on lies. The fear was still there, a c

thick with dust and debris. Her injured arm screamed in protest, but she clenched her teeth, re

lled over the din, her voice hoarse.

kers to take cover. "Obviously. Your father wasn't just trying to

h a chilling truth. She had been a pawn, a means to an

the knife. "Both of them." The unexpected alliance, born from a shared

floor. The lights flickered and died, plunging the hallway into near darkness, punctuated only by the

lled, scrambling to his feet, pulling her up wit

dragging her along. The opulent mansion, once a symbol of his power and wealth, was now a burning

cy, his gun a constant roar. Seraphina, fueled by adrenaline and a burning desire for vengeance, used the knife with a desperate, unpr

and smoke within the mansion. Outside, the scene was no less chaotic. Black SUVs surrounded the pr

e roared from one

Seraphina towards a sleek, black

d his foot on the accelerator, and the SUV roared to life, tires screeching as they sped away from the

idst the lingering terror, a new emotion began to flicker – a cold, determined resolve. The vows burned by lies had forged an unexpected bond, a dangerous alliance betwe