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Chapter 138

Author: Princess cassie
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-13 20:51:25

Clara’s POV

I could still feel the weight of those duffel bags in Amelia’s arms as the door closed. The silence that followed was loud, like the whole world had pressed pause and waited to see what I would do next.

“Wait, did you just give her all our savings?” Lara, my wolf, hissed inside my head. Her voice was sharp, like a blade being run across glass.

“Yes, Lara,” I said aloud, because she heard everything anyway. “You told me to be good and nice. This is me following your advice.”

“I told you to be nice, not to starve us,” she snarled. “How are we going to survive now? You gave everything away!”

I leaned my hip against the mirror and watched my reflection. The woman in the glass was smooth and dangerous, a smile already forming at the corner of her mouth. “She’s my sister,” I said. “We can make the money back. We still own Medusa. Besides, she needed it more than we did right now.”

Lara wasn’t satisfied. “We are not the ones fucking her. Why are we the ones doing the work and g
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