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When I walk through the door my heart sinks further. My heart is aching so much I can’t breathe.

It was only hours ago that I accepted that I loved Thorne. Hours.

How could that be and now this has happened?

I’ve lost him.

He has to marry Tiffany.

What’s worse is everything we never spoke about.

I’m still a secret. I’m still a dead girl walking. I still have to trust Thorne to keep his silence.

According to our agreement I have no right to release myself from his ownership, but I just did.

What the hell is going to happen now?

And how did things get worse?

Chapter 31

Thorne

Several minutes have passed since Ivy left, but I’m still standing in the same spot.

The sound of the door closing as she left still echoes through my mind. The sight of her tears glistening in her beautiful eyes still pulls on my soul. The deep hurt laced within each word she spoke still pains me.

And once again I'm at that place. At the crossroads, not knowing which way to go.

Left or right. Backwards or forwards.

No matter what I choose, I’ll still lose. And Ivy was right. I never had the option to keep her.

My fucking uncle struck again and, like always, he dealt his hand before I could even see what was coming.

I got the message about Tiffany from Aleksander an hour ago. He said she was such a suitable choice he didn’t bother with anyone else on his list of potentials.

Tiffany found out she was to be my bride at the same time I did and was on my doorstep before the hour was up.

I didn't have time to prepare or talk to Ivy. Now I’m stuck.

Tiffany and I aren’t supposed to be getting married until we graduate, but in a few weeks’ time we’ll officially be engaged, so Ivy was right. It’s over.

It’s over, and it felt like we just began. This is a fucking nightmare.

Ivy was everything to me. She is fucking everything.

I have to figure this out. I can’t let her go.

I just can’t.

She’s still mine.

Before nightfall the whole campus knew I was to be engaged to Tiffany.

People might be scared of me but there’s nothing you can do to stop the world from talking. Not even I have that power.

I didn’t care about myself. Words are just words to me. Who I cared about was Ivy.

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