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Chapter 96: The Boss
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2025-07-25 15:17:51
Marvey_pearlClarissa was out here pulling villain strings like she’s the CEO of Chaos Incorporated? Honestly, if betrayal were a perfume, she would be wearing the limited edition. Meanwhile, Isabella is one hair-flip away from total war, Isla’s just been yeeted into a nightmare, and Damien? That man’s one lie away from combusting into an expensive, emotionally scarred fireball. If you’re gasping, screaming, or softly whispering “what the hell?!”, do me a solid: drop a comment, leave a review, and hit that gem. It’s the fuel that keeps this dramatic rollercoaster going, and it seriously helps the book get noticed by new readers. Helps me not cry in a corner, and lets the characters know you care, especially Isla, who might currently be unconscious but still appreciates your support from the spirit realm. Thanks for reading 💕💕 Let’s talk in the comments 👇
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