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Chapter 165

Auteur: C Olive
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-24 05:25:47

Maya's POV

The morning had been quiet ..... the nurses doing their rounds, the monitors communicating the same steady language, Alex's face still and restful in a way that had stopped frightening me.

The phone vibrated at seven-forty.

I ignored it.

It vibrated again at seven-forty-two.

Then at seven-forty-three, and seven-forty-four, and then with the escalating, insistent rhythm of a device that had run out of patience

I looked at the screen.

Not one person.... twelve.

Lila. Rivaldi.
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Thank you for the extra chapters today. The twists and turns in this story have been so well written. The suspense now is killing me! Can’t wait for your next update. Please don’t keep us in suspense for too long. Well done!
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