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Chapter 11: Undress!!

Author: Mmeso Writes
last update publish date: 2025-09-09 15:29:26
Zerina's POV

My body shook while my eyes stared in disbelief. He is my husband? Lysander Slade, the same man rumored to have lost three wives during a period of just five years.

I shook my head. What am I doing? They were just rumors. I shouldn't care how many partners he had lost in the past, shouldn't care whether the rumors were true or not.

Lysander slowly made his way towards the bed, and I instinctively moved towards the centre, creating some distance between us.

He loomed large while st
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