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CHAPTER 36.

Penulis: Xee write
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-20 23:56:02

Rosealba took a step back, trying to steady herself from falling. Her leg wobbled and the distance her movement gave the burning house fastened by a fraction of an inch.

With lips parted and eyes that held water as much as that of an ocean, she struggled to calculate. First, her light was turned off and second, the door to her house was opened, she… she had not even been at home since the day she went to the club with Lina.

If the house wanted to burn on its own, she would have been back to meet perks of aches and not a burning house— someone was behind this. The thought of someone trying to kill her sent scorching terror across her veins and her heart panged in her chest.

She sniffed back, taking steps away from the door. It was not time to be sentimental, it was time to be logical and... She should not be feeling sad, weak, or lonely she sniffed back the burning tears and reached for her bag, which she hung against her shoulder. She should put a call across to Lina to come be wit
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