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Chapter 14: Between Two Men

Author: Ava laurent
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 22:16:56

DARIEN

I didn't pull away from her grip. I just stood there in the center of the marble lobby, towering over Vivian as the rain violently lashed against the glass doors behind us. My face was a completely dead mask, but inside, a dark, dangerous fuse had just been lit.

I reached down, my long fingers wrapping around Vivian’s wrist. enough slow, heavy pressure to force her to let go of my jacket. Her fingers slipped off the fabric, her breath hitching as I stepped directly into her space, crowdi
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Luna
She wants to be relevant so bad
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Luna
Can Vivian genuinely just keep quiet
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