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Chapter 181

Autor: Annabelle Writes
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-20 08:38:26
The wood of the bedroom door is cold against my forehead as I lean into it, my knuckles raw from two days of desperate knocking. It’s been forty-eight hours since I dragged Sydney back here—forty-eight hours since she locked herself in and effectively vanished from the world.

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    I watch Sydney walk away from me, her spine perfectly straight, her head held high like a queen marching out of a ruined kingdom. Her words—sharp, icy, and dripping with disgust that makes my skin crawl—still echo in the quiet space of the dining room. "While you're busy playing love and playing h

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    My heart drops into my shoes, a sickening wave of nausea swirling in my stomach. He sharply pulls away after a beat, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders, his face a mix of shock and discomfort. "Camille, what are you doing here? How did you even get past the gates?" "Oh, Owen, I came the sec

  • He Chose His Step Mother, I Chose His Uncle   Chapter 194

    I lean in across the dark wood, my jaw tight, waiting for the genius to drop some mind-blowing corporate strategy. Owen slides his glass entirely out of the way, his eyes tracking mine with a sudden, sharp intensity. "The first thing we need to do," he says, leaning his forearms on the table, "is p

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    I don't wait to hear another word. A blinding, white-hot rush of pure adrenaline and rage explodes in my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my arm whips forward. I throw my phone across the bedroom with every ounce of strength I have left. It hits the far drywall with a sickening smack,

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    I sit on the edge of the mattress, the silence of my locked bedroom pressing in from all sides. My scalp still burns from where I was aggressively pulling at the tangles earlier, but I barely care. I slowly run a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath that shudders against my teeth. The r

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    I hold my breath, my fingers itching to grab my script. "The role of the male lead," he announces, "goes to Marcus Thorne." A tall, rugged man a few rows down nods as the room claps. "The role of the rival, the second female lead," Nicholas continues, his eyes flicking to Lydia, "goes to Lydia Em

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    I grip the steering wheel of my car, my knuckles white but my heart lighter than it’s been in years. The drive to the studio this morning feels like a victory lap. For three years, I abandoned my career. Three years, I opted to live behind the scenes. But in a painfully amazing twist of fate, I've

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    Out of habit, I lean in. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, expecting the usual floral scent of roses or lilies. Instead, a wave of nostalgia hits me. My heart stutters. My eyes fly open, and suddenly, I’m not standing in a mint-green manor. I’m back in that hospital room, feeling the bandage

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    The iron gates of Owen's estate swing open, revealing a driveway that can comfortably sit my apartment complex. As the Rolls Royce glides over the smooth gravel, I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, taking it all in. It isn’t as sprawling or as ostentatious as the Newton mano

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