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chapter 54

Author: Lady
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 20:59:08

Lilian Roseforth POV

The first sign of change came not from Gabriel himself, but from his sister Victoria. She had been a steady presence in my life for some time now—supportive of the center, friendly and open—but there had always been a quiet distance between me and the rest of the Sterling family. They had seen me once, years ago, as someone from a humble background who had married into their name; later, as the woman who had left their brother and caused a scandal. Their judgment had been q
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