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CHAPTER 48 — BACK TO RUSSIA

Author: Ella D’Ravyn
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-01 01:00:29

Liora Voss

Tomorrow arrived, and our bubble of happiness, which seemed so perfect, unfortunately burst. Now, the battle within me is intense, a constant struggle between my conscience and my heart. Should I tell them everything, revealing every detail of the truth, even though I know it will bring devastating consequences with my father and Andrey? Or would it be better to try to protect them, which would mean betraying them in a way tha

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