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The weight of my shame was compounded by the fact that he had not even opened his eyes. I had expressed such vulnerability after so long, and it only made his silence more painful.
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๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐ค๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐ก๐ก๐ก... ๐๐ก๐'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐. โง.* ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ โง.* Five families, bound by blood and stained by secrets. Eight lives, trapped in the shadows of a past that refuses to stay buried. Four couples, tangled in a deadly game of obsession, betrayal, and love twisted beyond recognition. But the truth is rising, clawing its way from the grave, and when it surfaces, it will leave nothing but ruin in its wake. The lies they've built their lives on will crack, and with it, their world. Some will kill to keep the truth hidden. Others will die trying to uncover it. But none of them are ready for what's coming. Unveil the deadliest secrets in ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ. What lurks behind it is too dangerous to escape.
โง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โง.* For three years, Saisha Roy had been receiving mysterious recordings. Therapy sessions of a stranger. A man consumed by obsession, his voice dripping with madness as he spiraled deeper into his own darkness. She called him Mr. Psycho. It was harmless. Just recordings. Just a voice from a country far across the world. Until the last one arrived. Until she realized they were meant for her. And the man behind them was not just some voice lost in the dark. He was Rayan Martรญnez. A powerful businessman. Unhinged. Destructive. A man who had spent three years searching for someone, his obsession so consuming that therapy was the only thing keeping him from losing control. And now, he had found her. She swore to kill him before he could take everything from her. But fate had other plans. The only person who promised to help her destroy him was the man she had saved. A stranger with no past. No memories. Yet, every time she looked into his emerald-green eyes and heard his deep voice, she was dragged back to those recordings. The way he spoke. The way his words wrapped around her like a noose. It was too familiar. Had she saved a stranger or unknowingly let the devil himself into her home?
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