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Chapter 25

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Novah's POV

The school hallway always buzzed on Fridays.

Maybe it was the scent of weekend freedom, or maybe it was just the way the tiled floor echoed footsteps more loudly—as if the walls knew we were all waiting to escape. But today, something else lingered in the air.

Tension.

Thick. Unspoken. Dangerous.

I clutched my books tighter against my chest as I walked toward my locker. I could feel the stares before I saw them. The whispers. The subtle nudges.

“She actually came to school?”

“After what happened yesterday?”

“She’s so desperate.”

I didn’t meet their eyes.

I never did.

But I knew they were talking about me.

Again.

The slap of a locker door slamming to my right made me flinch. My gaze jerked sideways before I could stop it—and of course, that was all the invitation Ashton needed.

He leaned against the metal, tall and casual, like nothing in the world could touch him. His smirk was lazy. Cold.

And it was aimed at me.

“Well, look who decided to show her face,” he said, loud eno
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  • Mated To My Stepbrother    Chapter 37

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  • Mated To My Stepbrother    Chapter 35

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