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Betons Than Surina
Gripped the sink with both hands and stared at her reflection.
The woman looking back was a stranger.
Perfectly styled hair. Expensive dress. Makeup carefully applied.
Empty eyes.
She’d become exactly what they wanted. A silent, decorative piece in the Blackwood collection. Present but irrelevant. Visible but voiceless.
A knock on the door made her jump.
“Occupied,” she called.
“It’s me.”
Daniel’s voice.
Alina closed her eyes. Drew a breath.
Opened the door.
He stood in the corridor, hands in his pockets. Tie slightly loosened. Expression unreadable.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine.”
“You barely ate.”
“I wasn’t hungry.”
Daniel studied her. “You’re doing well tonight. Thank you.”
*Thank you.*
For playing along. For not making a scene. For being the obedient wife who knew her place.
“You’re welcome,” Alina said flatly.
“The Hendersons are impressed. This deal is important for the company. Your presence helps.”
“Glad to be useful.”
The sarcasm was subtle. Just enough to let him know she understood exactly what she was a prop for his business theater.
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