Chapter 36 —I Don't Want to Be the Devil's Wife

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Roman entered the mansion silently, his clothes soaked with someone else's blood, his jaw tense and his hands still tingling from the memory of the blows. He didn't stop in the lobby, didn't look at anyone. He climbed the stairs with firm steps, straight to his room.

Aylin saw him from the hallway. Her breath caught in her throat.

She hadn't been able to get him out of her mind all day. She had tried to convince herself that the right thing to do was to keep her distance, but in the end, she had decided to give in. She was going to go to his room. She was going to give herself to him. She was going to...

The clothes lying on the floor stopped her in her tracks, the blood.

The air caught in her throat.

She took a step into the bedroom, her hands shaking.

The shirt, the jacket, the pants... everything was soaked, torn in places. The metallic smell hung in the air, permeating every corner of the room.

Fear knotted her stomach.

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