nd or an eternity. Then, a rift appeared, like a door being pushed open in the distanc
e depths of her soul. Seawater filled her lungs, the heavy
I will not let this go a
ir, ignited something. A strong and prim
her limbs clumsy and unfamiliar, despe
rabbed her wrist. The hand was incredibly st
The night wind was biting, its icy chill striking her wet skin with a powerfu
chaos, deep and co
ace was reflected before her. It was a face with sharp features, a cold beauty-a well-defined jawline, high ch
like a sack of flour. She lay there, trembling and gasping for breath, trying to make sense of it all. This wasn'
ore slender. The hands she used to support
ent-a girl named Cassandra. Cassie. The unwanted daughter of the Laurent family. A soc
bed, placing a sapphire necklace in the hand of a young girl. "Keep it safe, C
peared. Ashley took it
slightly bitter drink. Melissa whispered in her ear, "Tonight you'll make Mr. Cohen very happy. He's your only way
leaped from the yacht into the cold, dark waters. She swam
reborn afte
ocean. It was an unnatural burning feeling that stung her skin, making her nerve
ppearing imposing and intimidating. He exuded a clean, refreshing aura, like a blend of cool air and fine linen, d
draped a thick blanket over her shoulders. He leaned c
nformation. "...Cassandra Laurent...The
red at her savior's cold yet handsome face. He was no ordinary savior-she had seen
n Bla
now turned icy and chilling. He no longer saw her
nger under her control; instead, she craved to be near him, to feel the coolness e
to salvage a semblance of dignity. But her legs went weak,
ch exploded like an electric current. A pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through her body lik
abbing a life raft, her fingers digging deep
ion-disgust, or confusion?-passed across his face,
ouldn't obey. The world spun, a chaotic mess, borrowed memories
ed has pa
a Laurent, and she has fal

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