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Violet
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I looked at the man standing in front of me, my fingers digging tighter into the pool’s edge. He wore that smile people put on when they pretended kindness, but underneath it, all I could see was hypocrisy.
Conrad extended his hand toward me, his voice smooth. “Take it, Violet. Let me help.”
I stared at his hand. For a moment, I almost laughed. Help? From him? My disgust showed as I shoved it aside. I didn’t need his help.
I lifted myself out of the pool on my own, every pull of my muscles burning, but I refused to show it. The cold sent a shiver down my spine as my drenched clothes clung to me.
I bent down and began gathering my scattered notes. Some were wet, the ink already fading, and my chest tightened at the sight of days of my work ruined.
I was about to walk away when his voice cut through the silence.
“Are you going to continue letting yourself suffer like that?”
My back stiffened, my hands tightening around the damp papers. I didn’t need to turn to know he was smiling behind me.
He went on, tone almost lazy. “Aren’t you tired of repeating the same play all the time? Honestly, if I were reading your story, I’d be frustrated with your character. You let them bully you, and every time you use your brother as an excuse. It’s always the same, Violet. Just admit it, you can’t fight on your own. You’re a weak woman who needs someone to protect her.”
A scoff slipped out as I finally turned around. So, the bastard had decided to show his true colors at last. I’d expected him to keep up the saint act a little longer.
His eyes were already on me, trailing slowly down my body, my clothes nearly see–through now. But I didn’t flinch or hide from his gaze. Why would I? I wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong. I had no reason to be ashamed of what others had done to me. That shame belonged to men like him.
“What are you getting at?” I asked.
He smirked, tilting his head slightly as if amused. “It’s pretty easy,‘
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He took a step toward me, but the way I looked at him, stopped him in place. His smirk deepened anyway.
“If you accept my help, I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His tongue slid across his lips, his eyes still fixed on me. “But of course, my help isn’t free. I’ll need something in return.”
His words didn’t surprise me. I wasn’t shocked, or even furious, I already knew what kind of man he was.
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