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CHAPTER 353

Author: Pria Ambre
last update publish date: 2026-10-29 23:59:00

"We're getting married," he said.

The air left Viola's lungs.

She froze. Her eyes went wide, staring at him as if he had spoken in a foreign language. Her ears rang in the sudden silence of the bedroom.

"What?" she breathed.

Sebastian’s brow twitched upward, his voice completely casual. "You said you wanted to get married. So we are."

Viola stared at him, searching his amber eyes for a smirk, for a cruel smile, for any sign that this was another tw
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Marie
I have the same feeling of the latter idea, too - that this is all part of his plan. He hasn't even confessed his love at this point yet. If so, he's really an ass.
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Rahinatu
What is Sebastian up to. I hope he is not doing this to keep her tied to him - so she doesn’t escape. I hope it is not part of his plan whatever it is…
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