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Chapter 58: Called Back or Cast Out?

Author: David Writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 01:49:51

Mariella’s POV

The convent of St. Jude was a lot different from how I remembered it. Maybe it's because it had been a while since I last visited, or maybe it's because we came literally in the middle of the night. We left the mansion a couple of minutes ago, in a cab.

“Why didn't we just drive here?” I asked.

“And risk getting caught? Hell nah.” Jose responded. “What's the point of escaping if we're gonna drive out casually? Ain't no fun in that.”

Then again, what did I really expect from Jose
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