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Chapter 8: The Devil's Study

Penulis: Neerfa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-17 23:48:00

Adrian’s POV

The photographs Noah had sent me left me unsettled.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel, but what surged through me was rage. Raw, violent rage.

Ryan and Ethan… walking into a hotel room together.

The image burned into my mind, reopening wounds tied to a past I despised. And yet, what bothered me more was something I refused to admit.

Ethan looked happy.

Too happy.

And with Ryan? That made it worse.

My grip tightened around the steering wheel as the memory replayed in my head
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