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Chapter 42 | Played By The Devil

Author: Crimsontaless
last update publish date: 2026-05-27 02:03:04

Grace

The world stopped the moment I heard his voice.

“GRACE!”

Eric stood at the entrance of the grand hall, chest heaving, eyes wide with desperation and fury. His face was already bruised, clothes torn like he had fought through hell just to get here.

For one desperate second, my heart soared. Eric- my cousin, the only person who had ever truly tried to protect me. The one I had secretly loved in that quiet, safe way for years. The one I had been desperately searching for….

I lunged forward
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