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Chapter One hundred and fifteen: Fragments of the Night
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Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter One hundred and fifteen: Fragments of the Night
Sophia's POV I slowly opened my eyes, the bright light piercing through my brain like a sharp knife. I winced, raising a hand to my forehead. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry. As I looked around, I realized I was in a guest room, but I had no idea how I got there.Turning to my side, I saw Mercy lying beside me, fast asleep. Her arm was draped lazily over a pillow, and her hair was a tangled mess across her face. I gently shook her shoulder."Hey, wake up," I whispered, my voice hoarse.Mercy stirred, rubbing her eyes slowly. "What's going on?" she mumbled."Where are we?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.Mercy sat up and looked around the room. She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "We're in the department's guest room. You got drunk last night, and I brought you here to crash."I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her words. The party. The dance. The wine. The performance. Then the spinning. The blurred vision. I remembered trying to call Leonard... and th
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