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Best Friend's Kiss For A Deal

Auteur: Jay Daniels
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-16 08:39:28

Isabella's POV

I stumbled back to my room, locked the door, and collapsed on my bed. I did nothing but just stared at the ceiling while Camilla’s voice rang in my head: *Get me that document by tomorrow, or the videos go everywhere.”

The clock in my room ticked like a bomb countdown. How was I going to get past Dad's safe? It was in his private study. It had a biometric lock, cameras, and probably alarms. I couldn’t just waltz in. I needed a plan. A distraction. A way to get Dad out of the hous
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  • HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE    CRACKS IN THE DOOR

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  • HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE    Game Over

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