The beauty queen

The beauty queen

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Prologue: The Crown & The Cage The spotlight was a physical weight, warm and blinding, as the crown settled onto Ella's raven-dark hair. The roar of the Everstar City Grand Ballroom faded to a muffled hum beneath the frantic drumming of her own heart. *Beauty Queen of Everstar*. The title tasted like spun sugar and ashes. It meant escape from the cramped, damp apartment she shared with her ailing mother. It meant security. It meant the adoring gaze of Dr. Aris Thorne, heir to the Thorne Medical Dynasty, watching her from the front row with eyes like polished obsidian, filled with a possessive awe that had thrilled her... until tonight. For as the diamond crown touched her brow, a different kind of light flared - unseen by the cameras or the cheering crowd. The towering glass skyscrapers visible through the ballroom's panoramic windows *pulsed*. Not with reflected city lights, but with an inner, ephemeral glow, like captured moonlight swirling within steel and chrome. Ella gasped, a sound lost in the applause. *She saw them.* The veins of Everstar's hidden magic.
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"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

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