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Chapter 50: Choose Me

Autor: Anney GW
last update Data de publicação: 2025-08-21 18:39:34

Morgana’s POV

I found Maxwell in his study, surrounded by empty boxes and scattered photographs. Dust covered his dark shirt, and his hair was disheveled from running his hands through it. The expression on his face made my stomach clench.

He’d been in the attic.

“Where is everything?” he demanded, holding up a nearly empty photo album. His voice was deadly quiet. “Where are Regina’s things?”

I set my purse down carefully, buying time to think. This confrontation had been inevitable since I’d c
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