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❄️❄️ Taming his cold heart❄️❄️

Penulis: Joria
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-26 22:20:52

🎀CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE🎀

Zayla exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling. “How… cunning.”

The woman let out a quiet, knowing laugh. “Indeed. Very cunning.”

She leaned closer to the fire, as the flames crackled.

”Let's get back to the story..”

“The demon eventually claimed his body,” she continued.“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.”
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