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CHAPTER 77

作者: wandering jedi
last update 公開日: 2026-01-14 16:29:57
Dominic had learned when he’s still young to immediately recognize when silence stopped being neutral. He was taught that it will never come in an announcement and will never be loud.

It came as a shift with too many doors opening easily, too many messages arriving late, too many people suddenly careful with their words.

This morning, the silence was sharp.

Standing alone in his study, his jacket discarded while his phone is pressed to his ear and eyes fixed on the rain sliding down the tall gla
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Hello, Dear Readers! It would mean a lot if you can give this novel a good rating :) as well as your gem donations. let's see the journey of Althea and Dominic unfold as the pressure of the Valtieri elders are closing in on them. What do you think Althea and Dominic will do to protect Nicholas?

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