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Chapter 18: Why do I even care?

Author: Leeyah
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 18:00:25

Roxana

I walk toward the kitchen, my stomach growling with every step.

When I reach the door, I freeze. Texas is casually cooking as any normal person would.

In fact, she’s singing and dancing, doing everything effortlessly.

My legs feel glued to the floor, and my heart starts pounding.

This woman just tortured two grown-ups without flinching.

How did she manage that? She seems so terrifying then, but now, as I stare longer, she looks beautiful in a rogue, non-girlish way.

Her stra
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