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Chapter 142 | A Conspiracy

Author: Crimsontaless
last update publish date: 2026-08-13 12:44:07

MAYA

I stood in the middle of the living room long after the front door closed, staring at the empty space where Tristan had been.

My chest felt like it had been cracked open. Tears kept spilling down my cheeks no matter how many times I wiped them away. My father was still breathing hard, hands clenched at his sides.

Andre and his father had already left, but the damage they had delivered stayed behind like poison in the air.“Maya,” my father began, voice rough. “Come sit down. We need to ta
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