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Chapter Fifty-One

Penulis: Onuorah Linda
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-24 23:03:57
Carolyn's POV

The seat felt too stiff beneath me.

I shifted, crossed my legs, and uncrossed them. The desk in front of me bore etchings from years of bored students—hearts, initials, curse words, and math scribbles. I couldn’t focus on any of them. All I could think about was him.

J.J.

His name echoed through my head like a bell I couldn’t unring.

I hated myself for it. For the way my stomach flipped when I saw him earlier. For the butterflies that fluttered against my ribs like they still believed in fairytales. He looked... sharp, cold, magnetic. The kind of person your brain told you to stay away from, but your heart leaned toward anyway.

I was disgusted—with him, with myself.

He had just destroyed George’s family. He had made me a pawn in his sick little chess game, and still, something about the way he looked at me, the tension in his jaw, the way his voice dropped when he said, “You think I’m evil. Yet you’re still talking to me.”

God, why did that line haunt me?

I shook my hea
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