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Deigo, Fucking Bastard!

Author: Liy Lah

Last Updated: 2025-03-14 23:58:09

Damien P.O.V

I can't help but, sigh in frustration.

Tracey was gone from my sight and I was left to deal with Camillé.

"Are you okay?" I turned my attention back to Camillé, who was still caressing her wrist, sniffling like I didn't know the damn truth.

Tracey could be stubborn and a handful to deal with, but, she'd never do such.

She couldn't even bear to see someone else hurt.

Camillé nodded weakly. "I just— I didn’t expect her to react that way, Damien. I was only trying to be nice."

Nice? That was the last thing I’d call Camillé when it came to Tracey.

“Oh cut with the bullshit, Camillé.“ I snapped, irritated by her false act.

"Go upstairs. I'll have the doctor check your wrist." I ordered and she nodded, her face all paled with embarrassment m

I watched her sneak a glance toward the hallway where Tracey had vanished.

There was something smug hidden beneath her glassy-eyed expression as she walked away, but I didn't have time to analyze it.

Instead, I wheeled away, my grip tigh

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A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Hello Readers
Hello dear readers,Thank you so much for reading my book and sticking with me on this journey.I sincerely apologize for the recent break in updates. I'm currently writing an important exam and will be done pretty soon.Consistent and quality chapter update will resume next month and I’ll be fixing the mixed-up chapters and uploading free chapters as a small thank-you for your patience and support.I truly hope you stay with me until the very end and enjoy the emotional rollercoaster between Damien and Tracey. Their journey means a lot to me and I hope it will to you too.Sending you all virtual hugs and kisses.
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