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Chapter One-hundred nine

Author: Joy Uwaka
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 00:03:05

Tyler pov

The heavy, gold-trimmed iron gates of the massive Hawthorne estate slid open with a silent, imposing majesty. Tyler guided his vehicle up the long, winding cobblestone driveway, flanked on both sides by towering century old oak trees and perfectly manicured lawns. The Hawthorne family home was not just a house; it was a sprawling historical fortress of stone and ivy, representing generations of absolute wealth, political leverage, and financial dominance that made even the Vanes look
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