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Chapter Nineteen – A House Not My Own

The morning after I signed my freedom away, I woke up with the ring still on my finger. For a second, I thought it had all been a nightmare—the papers, the pen, Alexander’s unreadable stare as I wrote my name. But the cold weight of the gold band crushed that fragile hope.

I sat up in bed, my gaze ...