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CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: SECRETS

作者: Bara
last update 公開日: 2026-07-22 00:01:00

Lena’s POV

The car slows in front of the Moretti house.

Two of Dante’s men get out first, and Tony opens my door.

“Thanks,” I say as I step out.

As I walk toward the door, my anxiety spikes.

I was supposed to walk through these doors and tell Dante about the baby tonight. I even rehearsed it in the mirror this morning. But now my throat feels too tight.

When I enter the house, I spot Ricardo standing by the staircase.

“Ricardo,” I ca
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