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Chapter 8

Author: Her Majesty in Red
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-04 23:59:30
ROXETTE

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

Then his hand lifted from the door.

“Go see my daughter,” he said quietly.

As if he were granting me permission.

My fingers tightened around the handle.

“We’ll talk later,” he added.

His voice was firm and commanding; his words followed me even as I stepped out of the car.

For some reason, I walked toward the house absentmindedly. It wasn’t until I was already climbing the stairs to Diana’s room that I realized what had just happened.

I st
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