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Chapter 15: My f*cking skirt.

Author: Leeyah
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 19:05:38

Tristan.

She takes a step back, then another until she’s running back inside. My hands clench beside me.

What the f*ck is going on with her? She always finds a way to anger me every single second.

When I turn back to them, they all lower their heads.

I walk closer to Viktor, and he trembles a little.

“Repeat what you said.”

“ I… I…”

“Are you messing with me?”

“ I was just joking.”

A dark laugh escapes me. “A joke? With my wife’s body? I should f*cking kill you right now.”

Lucian c
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