Chapter 8 - THE BLACK CAR AT NIGHT
The interior of the luxury black car was bathed in soft, ambient amber illumination.
Mariana slid across the plush leather seat, her ruby red satin gown shimmering in the dim light.
She pulled a sleek, encrypted smartphone from her clutch, her fingers flying across the glass screen with practiced precision.
Her reflection in the dark window showed the bruised cheek and the faint trace of blood on her lip.
She didn't wipe the blood away; she stared at it as a battle scar marking the death of her old self.
The car engine purred smoothly as the chauffeur pulled out of the gated estate without a single sound.
Leaving the multi-million-dollar mansion behind felt like stepping out of a suffocating prison cell into open air.
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She unlocked the secure line, her heart beating a steady, rhythmic cadence against her ribs.
The night outside was dark and unforgiving, but Mariana was ready to unleash a storm of her own.
