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Chapter 7: The Fake Fiancé

Penulis: R.J. Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-30 20:20:30
My Manhattan penthouse usually felt like a sanctuary. Tonight, it was a war room.

Suitcases sprawled across the floor. My closet was half-empty. Leo sat cross-legged on the carpet, packing his miniature backpack with his tablet, a Rubik’s cube, and the little signal-blocking toy we’d built together on a rainy day last month—nothing fancy, just a fun project.

I stood by the window, staring at the contract signed by Kael Blackwood. My fingers trembled slightly.

Going back to the Moon Pack wasn’t a
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