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Chapter 114: The Letter

Auteur: Evve
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-19 00:15:28

The jazz club was a memory, a smoky, golden haze in Aurora’s mind.

The reality was the morning after.

Aurora sat at the kitchen island in the penthouse, a cup of coffee cooling in her hand. She was wearing her "weekend armor"—jeans and a sweater—but she felt exposed.

She had kissed him.

She had let him hold her. She had let him whisper "I love you." She had let herself believe, for one dangerous, intoxicating night, that they could just be "Liam and Aurora."

But now, the sun was up. The c
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