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Chapter 33

Penulis: Nivi Rosa
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The car ride was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet — the heavy kind. The kind that hums with all the things no one’s willing to say.

Serena sat beside the window, eyes fixed on the blur of lights outside the tinted glass. Beverly Hills bled by in fractured golds and silvers, the city alive in a way she wasn’t. Her reflection stared back at her — mascara smudged, lipstick fading, the thin chain around her neck barely hidden beneath her collarbone.

Across from her, Lucian sat with the sam
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