Our Living Hell
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A Duo Dark Romance Captive Book.
At nineteen, Aorta and Zephyr were stolen from their lives-dragged away to settle a family gambling debt.
Trapped in a fog-shrouded mountain mansion, they are at the mercy of Kyle and Julian, two calculated men who rule the house with absolute control. Inside a freezing cellar, fierce Aorta refuses to bow, while fragile Zephyr struggles just to survive.
After a desperate escape into the woods end in disaster, both girls learn a terrifying truth: running won't save them. To get out alive, they must stop acting like prey-and wait for the exact moment their captors drop their guard.
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