The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 87

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still knocked the roof her

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“Head to the field; Jack sard, glancing a THE WERE TREE miles fest the code as you ow

Move

Oliviş bir down hard on her botton in the sharp tate of Dood seating conque

For a split second, the shood y

“I’m not interested in you either I’m getting manted soon, and then you here have to see me

But what would that even change? What would he say?

She took a deep breath, swallowed the words down, and turned sharply on her heal. Her boots

slammed against the concrete with every step.

The moon cast a pele, sickly glow across the field. Olivia jogged under it, her voice rising hoarse

and strained,

“Article One, Obeying orders is our duty! Article Twa: Maintain strict discipline-

Lights flicked on in the dorm building, window by window. Faces appeared behind the glass.

“Damn, Miss Hart’s getting punished again?”

“She’s got that Killer face–could have any guy eating out of her hand. But nope, she goes for Captain No–Fun himself.”

“Come on, even if Captain Rivers was into someone wouldn’t it be Emily Ross? She did save his

Me”

“Agreet I’ve never seen him treat anyone special–except her”

Their voices stabbed like needles.

Olivia ran faster. Her shouting grew louder.

“Article Three: Never fear sacrifice! Article Four: Show courage and resilience-

Sweat stung her eyes, making them burn. She swiped at her face, not sure anymore if it was sweat

of tears

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“Article Ten=”

Suddenly, the world tited Her knees buckled, and she hit the ground hard. Her forehead slammed

into the dirt

All she saw was red

“Captain Rivers! Miss Hart passed out someone yelled in a panic.

“Leave her”

His voice was like a slab of ice

“Keep training”

Gritting her teeth, Olivia forced herself to her text. Blood trickled down her face, cold and sticky,

tracing the curve of her brow

She wiped it with a trembling hand–her palm came away crimson.

“I don’t need your help, either!” she shouted, her voice shaking. But she stood tall.

Jack stood not far away, posture rigid, expression carved from stone. Not a flicker of emotion.

eyes hot and burning–and turned back toward the track.

e: Obeying orders is our duty! Article Two: Maintain strict discipline-*

Blood mixed with sweat, blurring her vision. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been running. Or how many times she’d recited those words.

Her throat tasted of iron. Her legs felt like they’d been filled with molten lead. Every step stabbed

up her bones.

“…Article Ten: Never betray your unit!”

The last word left her lips just before the darkness swallowed her whole.

She collapsed.

Somewhere in the fog of unconsciousness, she felt arms wrap around her.

Her eyes fluttered open to a strong jawline and tight lips -Jack, carrying her.

“I thought you said…” she mumbled, voice slurring, you didn’t care.”

His pace didn’t falter. His tone stayed hard.

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