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and motion. My body burned with the effects of the drug, making every

touch of fabric against my skin unbearable.

At the hospital, Ethan visibly relaxed. A doctor was already waiting for us at the entrance-clearly pre-arranged.

The doctor quickly assessed my condition, his expression grim as he recognized the symptoms. "Savage

Moon Elixir," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust.

as nothing He injected the prepared antidote into my arm with practiced efficiency. The needle's sting was compared to the fire raging through my veins.

The antidote didn't take effect immediately. Back in the private ward, I continued to struggle against the drug's influence for almost half an hour.

Though I was the one thrashing and fighting, I was also utterly exhausted. As the antidote finally began to take effect, my limbs grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep in Ethan's arms.

(Ethan's POV)

"How can she be so troublesome!" I growled, watching Olivia's face relax in

sleep

My eyes darkened like spilled ink as rage consumed me. I raised my hand and pinched her cheek hard, not bothering to control my strength.

A deep red mark bloomed on her fair skin. Olivia cried out in pain even in her sleep, the sound making me even more frustrated.

I released my grip, gritting my teeth as I stared down at her. "Next time, I'll see how I deal with you!"

of her vulnerable in sleep did nothing to soften my anger. She had defied me publicly,

the bathroom, cleaning us both

nearby store, and I dressed Olivia in them before placing her on

up instinctively and fell into a deeper

around

form, I left the ward. Maxwell was waiting outside, his posture straightening

he

commanded, my voice cold and

eyes burned with suppressed rage as I thought of the man who had dared to drug my wife. How

my words. Miles Blackwood would

(Isabelle's POV)

the hotel, Miles Blackwood couldn't wait to get me to the bed. Under the influence of the drugs, he pressed me down on the floor, his

sound of tearing fabric mixing with my screams. Pampered since childhood, I was proud and arrogant - only Lucas Blackwood was worthy of me in my

Miles. "Let me go!" I struggled violently, slapping him

seized the opportunity, my perfectly manicured nails

M. Poslator

Miles caught my wrist in a bruising grip.

he became. He slapped me repeatedly, his blows merciless

brutal.

dazed on the floor, my strength failing. I had never been hit before – had never

tears and blood. How had this

me!

legs, his fingers digging into my flesh. I kicked wildly, but my strength was no match

but I hadn't given up.

use as a

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