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The Shadow Watching Me

Penulis: Pamora
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-05 14:23:21

Lydia POV

I didn’t notice the change immediately.

At first, it felt like the usual routine Adrian had built around me over the past few weeks. Drivers are waiting earlier than necessary. Security is standing a little closer than before—the quiet, professional men who never spoke unless spoken to.

But tonight something feels… different.

I can’t explain it exactly.

Only that the air around me feels tighter.

Controlled.

I step out of the charity hall and the flash of cameras hits instantly.
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