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Chapter 34

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last update Date de publication: 2026-05-08 15:26:44

Chapter 34: Leilani's POV

​Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford that night. My mind was a relentless engine, spinning through strategies and "what-if" scenarios until the silence of the Manor felt deafening. I had already finished my night routine, the cool weight of a facial mask pressed against my skin as I lay staring at the intricate crown molding of my ceiling.

​In the dark, everything felt sharper. The stakes. The secret. The inevitable collision.

​I had spent years building a fortr
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