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Chapter One hundred and thirty eight

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LEAH'S POV

“Soph should be done by now” I cut in. Stopping Miss Isabella from twisting the story just because she is talking to Emily.

Some people are just evil. And she is one of them. I have no idea what I could have done to her in my past life that she seems to keep antagonizing me.

And everything related to me.

Emily still doesn't get it. She kept asking why I didn't like her. Aside from the fact that she is the symbol of Damien's choice, I can't ignore the evidence that clearly states that
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