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Chapter 34: The Consequences Of Sin
Author: De Castro
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They brought her in chains.

Not decorative ones. Not the kind that suggested captivity while preserving dignity. Real chains — heavy, functional, the kind that said *you are property now* without using a single word.

Diana Martin walked through the penthouse doors with her wrists bound in front of her and her head still high.

That last part wouldn't last long.

The room was arranged the way Demian arranged rooms when he wanted a point made — witnesses along the walls, his wives seated, himself s
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