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Chapter 10

Penulis: Leah Al
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-12 22:23:28

Bianca's POV

After we were done with the shooting, Alessandro took me back home. We got out but neither of us said anything to each other.

I went to my room and changed my clothes, as I got ready for my secret routine. A secret I have been keeping for a couple of years.

Every month, I visit a rundown neighborhood alon, always making sure that my father never finds out. I got dressed fast and jumped from my window like I usually do. But I was met with Alessandro's face and I gasped.

"What the fuck." i exclaimed.

"Where are you going, princess?" He raised an eyebrow.

"None of your business." I snapped trying to walk past him.

"Oh but it is." He smirked getting closer to me. "I think you don't want your dad knowing about your whereabouts." He said.

I fidgeted, thinking about telling him or going back to my room.

"Fine you can come with me, but you wil have to swear that you won't tell my father anything." I said.

"Fine."

"Then let's go." I walked past him.

"Great another adven
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