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Chapter 112

Author: Nivi Rosa
last update publish date: 2026-06-17 23:11:44

The internet declared war before breakfast.

Serena discovered this because Gia called forty-seven times.

Forty-eight, technically.

The forty-eighth came while Serena was staring at a photograph of herself leaving a coffee shop beside Aiden Wolfe.

The image occupied the front page of every entertainment site in America.

Not because anything happened.

Because nothing had.

Because Aiden was looking at her.

And Serena was smiling.

Which apparently counted as foreplay according to the inte
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