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THE PLOT THICKENS

Penulis: Grace Pearl
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-02 17:33:36

Alina's Pov

I stood off to the side, drink in hand, watching Nathaniel and Sasha exchange heated words. My heart raced with excitement. I hadn’t initially wanted to come to this gala—dressing up and mingling felt tedious—but Aunt Lillian had insisted. “You need to be seen, Alina. You can’t disappear forever,” she had said, her voice firm and unwavering.

Now, I was grateful for her push. The tension between Nathaniel and Sasha was palpable, and I could hardly contain my smile. When Sasha stormed off, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor, I internally cheered. This was exactly what I had hoped for.

I raised my glass of champagne to my lips, hiding my grin behind it. The bubbles tickled my nose; I savored the moment. This was just the beginning of my plan. Nathaniel was caught in a web of his own making, and I was the spider watching him squirm.

As I turned to leave the scene, I was suddenly accosted by a familiar face. “Kaia! Wait up!”

It was Nina Rhodes, the gossip bl
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  • HEIRESS REBORN   THE BAIT

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  • HEIRESS REBORN   CLOSE ENOUGH TO BURN

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  • HEIRESS REBORN   FIGHT FOR HER SOUL

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