?Chapter 737:


    Time crawled at a maddeningly slow pace, each hour stretching into eternity. For two endless days, my onlypany was the hollow silence and the servant who delivered meals with clockwork precision, a grim reminder of my imprisonment.


    Anger and despair coiled tightly in my chest, a smoldering fire I couldn’t extinguish. I refused to ept this life of captivity.


    Each time the servant stepped through the door, I sent the dishes crashing to the floor, a defiant symphony of rebellion.


    I didn’t touch a morsel—if this bleak, suffocating existence was all that awaited me, I’d rather starve than endure it.


    By the third day, my strength was a ghost of what it once was. Iy motionless on the bed, frail and hollow, staring nkly at the ceiling. Hunger gnawed at me, but I was past the point of caring.


    Then, without warning, the door burst open with a thunderous bang, the noise shattering the oppressive stillness like ss.


    I didn’t even flinch, remaining motionless as heavy footsteps approached.


    Dominic stormed in, his expression carved from stone, though his eyes burned with a flicker of anger. His voice was deep, sharp as a knife as he demanded, “Why the hell aren’t you eating?”


    My resentment bubbled over, sharp and bitter. I refused to even nce his way, replying in an icy tone, “Why do you care? It’s none of your business.”


    Ignoring my words, Dominic closed the distance between us, looming over me with an air of barely restrained fury. His jaw tightened as he stared down, his handsome face shadowed by something darker. “Do you think starving yourself will change anything? Let me make this clear—if you die, it’ll be right here, by my side.”


    I swallowed back my anger and hissed through gritted teeth, “Think whatever you like.”


    Turning my head sharply, I shut him out, refusing to let him see the cracks in my armor.


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    But Dominic wasn’t having any of it. His hand shot out, firm and unyielding, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze.


    “What do you want from me?” My voice broke as hot tears spilled over, blurring his face into a hazy silhouette. “If this is how it’s going to be, why not just kill me? Anything is better than this hell.”


    For a moment, something softened in Dominic’s expression—a fleeting shadow of hesitation. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear, but his voice stayed cold as frost.


    “Tell me,” he demanded. “Who is he? The man you’re hiding from us. How do you know him? What’s your rtionship?”


    I swallowed my sobs, a lump in my throat threatening to choke me. My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with despair. “I… I don’t know him.”


    Dominic leaned in, slow and deliberate, his presence an oppressive weight that made the air feel colder. Every move he made carried a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.


    “That man defended you like his life depended on it,” Dominic growled, his tone a blend of fury and something darker—jealousy. “You clearly know him. Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”


    My mind spiraled into chaos, a whirlwind of fear and indecision. What could I say?


    Admitting the man was the mysterious wizard who had once saved me would only pour gasoline on Dominic’s suspicions. To him, it would be the ultimate betrayal. So, I opted for silence, shaking my head with certainty to make it clear I knew nothing.


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