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Chapter 96: AVA's Victory

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-13 22:20:09

The car ride home was silent.

But it wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence of the past. It was a silence born of exhaustion and a strange, humming sense of peace.

Aurora sat in the back of the black SUV, her head resting against the cool leather. Her eyes were closed, but she could still see the lights of the gala. She could still hear the roar of the applause.

And she could still feel the phantom pressure of Liam’s arm around her waist as he walked her through the vultures.

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