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Chapter One Hundred: Crossroads

Penulis: Hallie Hart
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-24 17:16:44

Amelia’s POV

The soft glow of Dominic’s message blinked insistently on my phone screen as I lay in the darkened silence of my apartment. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the words. Too late. Simple. Cold. Yet somehow, weighted with so much meaning.

Was it really too late?

I curled into the familiar ache settling deep in my chest. For weeks now, I’d been walking a tightrope between desire and doubt, between hope and the harsh reality of everything Dominic Blackwood represented. He was a man built of contradictions — ruthless and vulnerable, commanding yet uncertain, the kind of man who could make you feel like the only person in the world one moment and then push you so far away the next, you weren’t sure if he’d ever let you in again.

I swallowed hard and let the phone slip from my fingers onto the bed beside me. The silence that followed was deafening. My mind raced through memories — the way he’d looked at me during that last meeting, how his jaw had tightened every time I challeng
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