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Chapter 126 - It’s either me… or the killings

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Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

His grip tightened, dragging me closer until our mouths collided again, harder this time, all teeth and need. My fingers fumbled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his chest. The thin cotton clung to his skin, and when I finally yanked it over his head.

The phone was gone, the world outside was gone, it was just him and me, our shadows twisting against the low light of the room.

His hands slid up my back, tugging at the thin straps of my dress until they slipped loose over my shoulders.

I caught his gaze as I pushed the straps the rest of the way down, letting the fabric pool at my waist. Cool air licked over my exposed skin. My breasts ached as they spilled free, goosebumps prickling across them, nipples so tight it almost hurt. They’d been tender for days, every brush of contact sent a sharp pulse of raw sensitivity through me.

“Madeleine…” his voice sounded so soft that it felt like it didn't even belong to him.

I pressed my mouth to
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Hey, my loves! Do you believe him? Do you think a man like Adriano can really keep that kind of promise… or is Maddie setting herself up for heartbreak? Drop your thoughts below. ✨ XOXO 💋

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Hadiza Bin Yusuf
When somebody died or shot she's regret forcing him to swear....
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whatwvs
wtf no! he is the ml. he can't die. pls no...
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realityescaper
idk why but I am worried about adriano now... just don't let him be in danger like he was when he first met maddie... if this promise takes his life or even harm him badly, maddie will be guilty for life..m
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