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Chapter 49

Penulis: Nivi Rosa
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-28 19:30:30

Three days later, Serena found herself standing outside Fallon Crowne’s loft, a kind of place that looked more like an artist’s secret hideout than a studio. Exposed brick walls, half-finished canvases, coffee cups stacked like trophies of survival — it was so quintessentially Fallon, it almost made her laugh.

Almost.

She hadn’t planned to come here. Dominic had mentioned Fallon was back in town shooting a limited series, and Serena’s hand had moved on its own, dialing her number before she’d talked herself out of it. She totally would have if she thought more.

The call had gone awkwardly smooth.

Fallon’s voice, arrogant and sharp as ever: “You, calling me for help? This must be a bad sign or a good script.”

Serena: “Both, really."

Fallon hummed: “Then come by. I’ll see if I still remember how to be generous.”

And now here she was — outside, hesitating like a roo
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