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WALKING INTO A PREDATOR’S TRAP

Author: Solyn Aure
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-11 17:41:25

ARIA’S POV

“No, not possible,” Noah says vehemently, even though his fingers keep fiddling with the top button of my blouse. I swat his hand away and step back, irritation flaring hot in my chest.

Why did I let him treat me like his personal maid if he was just going to shoot down my request anyway?

I had welcomed him when he got home earlier—ran his bath, laid out his pajamas, even helped Mira serve his dinner. After he disappeared into his study for far too long, I came to find him, hoping
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