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Chapter 57: Love I Cannot Keep

Auteur: David Writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-17 02:13:23

Mariella’s POV

A couple of days later, I was discharged from the hospital. I was told to try to get as much rest as possible, something that had become somewhat of a cliche at this point. The men helped me pack my things, and Dante drove me back to the mansion.

Even though it hadn't been that long since I was away from the mansion, it felt like months had passed. It made sense, though. With the kind of stuff I had been through in the past couple of days, it might as well have been months since
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