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The fall

Autor: Ilma
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-17 03:23:24

Dante’s POV

Three days had passed since Isabella’s mind had nearly torn itself apart trying to bridge the eight-year gap in her memory.

Three agonizing, suffocating days.

Under Romeo's strict orders, we had kept her environment completely stress-free. No more questions. No more puzzles.

I had gone back to playing the shadow, playing the distant bodyguard whenever I was in her room, speaking only when spoken to.

It was a torture unlike any other to be mere feet away from the woman I loved more
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Ilma
Please try now. New chapters have been updated
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Cookie Govender
that stupid guy can't he notice his sister in law is infucated with him
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Leslie
Next pages brings me to another book
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