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Chapter Fifty Two: Tell Me Who You Are

Penulis: Nixanthy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-02 15:24:08

Scarlets POV:

I can barely breathe. My chest feels tight, like someone pressed it with a vice. My hands are sweaty and shaking. My legs feel like they’re about to give out under me. I stare at Grandfather like he just threw a hand grenade into my life. My mind is screaming and my heart is pounding like creamy, it loud in my own ears.

He knows. He knows. He knows.

It keeps repeating in my head like a loud broken bell. He knows I’m not Sienna. He knows everything. I can feel it in the way his e
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