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Chapter 10 I'm Not a Traitor Of course . Tyler was , first and foremost , a businessman - shrewd , calculating , always weighing options . +5 Free Coins Between a mildly intriguing ornament and a future box - office queen who could generate millions for Grand Horizon ... the choice was obvious . He'd tested me last night . Asked casually , almost offhand , " Do you like diamond bracelets ? " And what did I say ? " I do . But the ones you buy yourself - they shine brighter . " Then I leaned in , voice low but steady . " Mr.

Reeves , between a replaceable girlfriend and a studio - backed Best Actress in the making ... which one offers better ROI ? " He didn't answer . Not then . But the next morning , my agent called . A contract sat on my desk by noon . I threw myself into the acting competition show - and I excelled . On the final night , I performed the role of a courtesan in wartime - an opera actress caught between empires . Her troupe was forced to perform for the rebels . Branded as traitors . Hated by their own people .

Yet when Thalassa Country retreated , it was she and her fellow performers who hid hundreds of soldiers in a cellar beneath their theater . The troupe leader and others were tortured to death for silence . Only the youngest - the one they called " traitor " -survived . On stage , her small , pale frame was thrown against brutal soldiers again and again . They mocked her . Stripped her dignity . Tried to break her spirit . " You're just a plaything - filthy , worthless . Why keep fighting ? " " You betrayed your country . Why protect those who curse your name ?

" She stood rigid through it all - only curling inward like a dying shrimp when pain became unbearable . Never spoke . Never begged . Frustrated , they escalated : wooden clubs , red - hot irons , even iron pincers tearing at her flesh . Through the camera lens , the audience watched - horrified - as her face drained of color , sweat drenching her hair , body convulsing from agony . 1/2 3:20 am Chapter 10 I'm Not a Traitor Yet her eyes stayed shut . Her lips seated . +5 Free Coins She tooked so broken , so close to death , that some viewers whispered , " Just let go . End it .

This isn't living - it's suffering . " Days passed . Then - gunfire in the distance . Thalassa Country's army was advancing . At the sound , she smiled faintly ... and opened her eyes . Soldiers rushed in , hands trembling as they removed the blood - caked restraints . Someone wept openly . Her voice , raw and thin as thread , barely carried . " I'm from Thalassa Country ... I'm not a traitor , am I ? " " No , " came the reply , choked with tears . " You're not . " " I'm clean . It wasn't ... voluntary . " " We know . You're clean . We all know .

" A female soldier wiped the blood from her face with a cloth - and the camera revealed , for the first time , the actress ' haunting beauty beneath the wounds . But it was too late . Her nails had been ripped out . Her breath was fading . Still - her eyes burned bright . Unbroken . Defiant . Gazing at the ceiling , she began to hum - a childhood lullaby , soft and mournful , as if singing her own requiem . " Beyond the long pavilion , by the ancient road ... Green grass stretches to the sky ... " The song ended . Her breath stilled . Silence .

Then - every person in the studio rose to their feet . Applause erupted , thick with tears . 2/2 Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.