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Leila's POV:

Finally. Raphael was executed. That sick, twisted bastard was dead, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe a little easier. Knowing he was rotting in hell was a load off my chest, a burden I had carried for far too long. His cruelty, his manipulation, everything he'd done to me—gone with one swing of the executioner's axe.

One skeleton down, two more to go.

But even in death, that monster found a way to haunt me. His last words, that smug, taunting grin plastered on his face, still echoed in my mind: "You won't get to live peacefully. I've already set plans in motion."