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    At this point, Ste had given up fighting.


    No matter how hard she resisted, she couldn’t escape—she would only end up being mocked. It was easier to save her strength.


    Shey on the bed, staring at him with contempt, her eyes lifeless. “William, no matter what you do to me, I’ll never fall in love with you.”


    People liked to say that women couldn’t separate love from sex, that enough time in someone’s arms could confuse closeness with real feelings.


    Stockholm syndrome was the term for it.


    But Ste was sure she would never fall for William. Never.


    Her certainty hit him hard, and this time he didn’t hold back, even when her cries filled the room.


    When it was finally over, Ste stayed facedown on the bed, tears soaking the pillow.


    William showered and returned to find her in the same spot. He scoffed. “Stop acting like it’s the end of the world. You betrayed me first. You caused this.”


    Ste remained silent, refusing to react.


    Seeing her like that left him unsatisfied, with a darker, heavier feeling than before.


    He shot her a cold look, his voice like ice. “Make sure you take the pill. I won’t let you carry my child.”


    The door mmed shut, and only then did Ste bury her face in the nket, muffling her sobs.


    This time, William had shown no mercy. She wanted to get up and scrub away his scent, but that felt impossible.


    Her legs shook as she leaned against the wall to make it to the bathroom.


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    The hot water poured down, but her entire body felt cold.


    The smell would not go away no matter how hard she washed.


    Ste took a shower, went back into bed, and dozed off in the spot that smelled like William.


    The moment Ste opened her eyes again, she saw Jewell quietly waiting at her side. Her nkets looked fresh, and her outfit had beenpletely reced.


    A puzzled expression crossed her face. She could not understand why he had appeared in her room again.


    “You’re running a fever because you slept with wet hair and let your emotions get the best of you. I need to start an IV.”


    Copsed?


    She had assumed she drifted off for a nap. It never urred to her that she had been unconscious.


    Her voice rasped as she forced out a question. “My clothes are different—”


    Jewell read her unease with ease and cleared it up right away. “The maid took care of your clothes. You stayed by yourself, and no men were anywhere near you.”


    When he mentioned men, he was referring to William.


    Her breathing steadied for a moment, though thinking back to the moments before she cked out sent shame and anger rushing through her again.


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