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Chapter 103: The Missing Hour

Autor: Anna Kendra
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-19 10:42:54

Damien’s P.O.V

The silence of the penthouse was deafening. I stood in the center of the living room, still wearing nothing but a towel, my skin cooling as the adrenaline began to override the lingering warmth of the shower. I stared at my phone, the screen glowing with a list of unanswered calls.

Aria didn't ignore me. Not like this. Not when she knew the shadow of my father was looming over us.

At first, I tried to rationalize it. Maybe her phone h

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