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Chapter 68: Ethan Tags Along

Author: Evve
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-02 13:19:27

The "five minutes" with Liam had stretched into something dangerous.

A crack in the wall. A glimpse of a future that Aurora had sworn was impossible.

Now, twenty-four hours later, the crack was widening.

It was a Saturday. The penthouse was filled with the morning sun, turning the white surfaces into blinding planes of light. Aurora was at her desk, reviewing the sales figures from the Lumina launch. They were astronomical. AVA was not just a brand; it was a phenomenon.

But she couldn't focus o
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