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Chapter 49

Author: Mira Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-01 17:15:49
Rebekah POV

I swear, if Marcello looked at Lyra one more time like she was the first sunrise he ever saw, I was going to roundhouse kick him in the jaw with these four-inch heels. And I liked these heels.

"That went well," I muttered, dragging her down the hall and out of that suffocating excuse of a party.

Lyra's hand trembled in mine. "You really think so?"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. That was a dumpster fire dipped in glitter. But it was our dumpster fire, and babe, we set it ablaze in style."

I didn't wait for her to respond—I practically threw open the front door and stomped outside like I owned the damn place. The guards blinked at us like they’d never seen two women storm out like they were late for a heist. One of them actually had the audacity to open his mouth, but I shut him down with a glare so sharp it could've sliced concrete.

"Not a word," I hissed, grabbing the keys to the Range Rover off the valet stand. "We’re borrowing this. Complain and I’ll set your eyebrows on
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