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CHAPTER 52

Penulis: Nancy Grey
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-13 00:05:36

Dahlia’s POV

The words hung in the air like ice.

My head jerked up, my heart instantly pounding. “What do you mean followed?” I asked, my voice trembling as I turned around in my seat. Through the back window, I saw headlights—bright and far too close. At first, it looked like just another car on the road. But then I noticed how it didn’t change lanes, didn’t slow down, didn’t drift even a little. It was followi

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