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Chapter 23 — Serena's Revenge

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-09-02 04:37:17

POV: SERENA

By the time I reached Evelyn’s building, I had watched the clip of Julian being slammed into a wall eleven times.

I'd already taken screenshots of three different angles and saved them to a folder I’d told myself I'd never actually use for anything.

I used to think Julian was the kind of man who never lost. Smooth, controlled, and always three steps ahead of whoever he was talking to.

Watching him get lifted off the ground by his own throat, like a misbehaving child, had been, witho
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