Upon entering college, Arturo resisted his mother’s plans and clandestinely went to a medical school to sit in on classes to pursue his interests.

When his mother discovered his secret endeavors, she responded by sending him to a secluded school abroad for further studies.

Following his father’s demise, Arturo’s mother exerted increasing control over him.

Only in Selah’s presence could he find a semblance of relaxation.

He appreciated her obedience and the sense of being in control.

It was with her that he could feel like a person, rather than a mere puppet.

However, Selah, who had consistently been compliant with him, was now refusing his arrangements and attempting to break free from his control.

In her eyes, there was only a lingering hatred and rejection.

This left Arturo with an emptiness in his heart.

He yearned to reclaim what was lost, but deep down, he sensed that it might be an impossible pursuit.

The intensity of this emotion nearly compelled him to remove Selah’s clothing, but a sudden, sharp pain in his arms disrupted his actions.

Selah had delivered a powerful kick, causing him to release his grip on her.

a resounding slap landed on

face was tilted to one

“Arturo, you asshole!”

turned and saw Selah pulling the silk covers over her body on

a mix of panic and

had crossed a line, so he

she recoiled with the covers clutched

remained suspended in

bitter smile, he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Selah, don’t be

concerned

this

you might get

me?” A mocking, exaggerated smile graced Selah’s lips as if she’d just

me during my days with you family? You told me to go to Champs Le Bar that night, but where did you disappear

be protecting me, but everything you’ve done

hasn’t hurt me? Please, stop acting like you genuinely

furrowed as Selah laid bare

bed, he gripped his

haunted Arturo as a

yet assumed

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