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264. The Manipulation Deepens

Penulis: Frya Isaac
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-21 14:01:24

The days following the big argument were some of the coldest the penthouse had ever seen. Adrian and Lydia moved around each other like strangers — polite on the surface, but emotionally distant. Hayes could feel the tension and had become quieter, often hiding with his toys. Even Aurelia seemed fussier than usual.

Meanwhile, Sophie had been far from idle.

From her apartment, Sophie had begun a calculated campaign. She started calling and messaging various members of the extended Hart family —
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