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Vivian Strikes

مؤلف: Tamara Love
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Lauren’s POV

The digital clock on the bedside table read 2:16 AM.

I was staring at the ceiling, my fingers lightly tracing the cold, sharp edges of the sapphire ring on my finger. The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. It was that thick, heavy kind of silence that usually rolled into the casino right before a sore loser pulled a knife. My gut had been twisting all evening, ever since that text message lit up my old burner phone.

'Enjoy the last peaceful night.'

Beside me, Julian shifted. Even
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So, I guess Lauren is really out in the streets and truly alone this time. Smh No Silas to the rescue! Oh boy here we go. Smh
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