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41. TESSA HART
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2026-09-21 00:23:34
Lia's Ink This chapter is dedicated to Isabel for always needing more and always commenting. Girl, I see you, and I really appreciate you. ❤️ I’m sorry for the slow updates. I’m currently writing other books as well, which is why this one is moving a little slowly. You can also check out my other books, MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY and BOUND TO THE FORBIDDEN ALPHA PRINCE. I update both of them every single day, and I really believe you’ll enjoy their storylines too. I’ll keep updating this book. I’m not going to leave it unfinished, I promise. The updates will just be a little slow for now, and I’m really sorry about that. Thank you so much for reading and for being here with me. I love you. :)
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