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Chapter Thirty-NIne

Penulis: Sam Velasquez
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Chapter Thirty-Nine.

I never thought I’d step foot in the Hall Estate again—not willingly, not sober, and definitely not with my heart still healing from truths I couldn’t unlearn. But here I was, standing on the back lawn under cover of dusk, dressed like a nameless maid in a service uniform Nero had “borrowed” from a boutique hotel, complete with a forged ID clipped to my chest and a baseball cap pulled low. I didn’t feel like Allysa Hall. I felt like a ghost haunting the ruins of my former life, a shadow slipping through cracks where I once thought I was invincible.

My heartbeat was thunder in my ears as I moved through the estate’s back garden, every step measured, deliberate, like I was walking into the abyss with a purpose I couldn’t ignore. Randall had tried to stop me, of course. Not with force, but with a quiet question that lingered in his voice—an unspoken challenge: "What will you do if what you find changes everything?"

I’d just looked him in the eye and said, “Then I chan
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