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Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 674    |    Released on: 11/05/2025

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th clenched so tight his jaw ached. His fury hung

bling at his lips, wrists trembling beneath the ropes binding him to the ornate

reserved for

l

ard and barked

Leave three men here. Not a

Rafi away. His ragged groans faded down the corrido

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Ware

mped on a metal chair, wrists bound and head lolling. Blood crusted at hi

d dumped a bucket of freezing water over Rafi's fac

pped in one hand, and forced Raf

ice low and deadly. "And now I'll set

k, but Reyhan turned away, the sentence unfini

g back. The punishment w

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's W

e burst through the door to find Reyhan standing before a la

't-" Zaki began,

d, expressio

"Alya is just seventeen. She has done nothin

te. His gaze returned to hi

ase... think of her.

othing. Revenge had

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Room –

the front, Alya Rachman knelt on a velvet cushion, wrapped in ivory bridal finery that shimmered lik

a, knuckles white. She dared not lift her ey

sat under a heavy shroud of shame. The Moul

accept Reyhan Pratama as your husba

pleading for mercy that would not come. Sari R

wer. S

, summoned every fragment of courage

i turned

atama, do you accept Al

ll with a single, measured

bool

ool

ool

Reyhan signed first, then Alya-her hand shakin

ealed

s. No sweets. Only

ooling at her feet. Across the curtain, Reyhan stood motionless

had stolen her future for revenge. And in his silence, both

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