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Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Through the Garden Gate
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2025-09-04 18:35:18
Jhumie_writesEvery step she took tonight was a gamble, every corner a risk. And Rosa… Rosa finally showed her true hand. She’s not helping Emilia out of love or loyalty, she’s helping because, in her mind, it’s the only way to protect Lucien. That harsh honesty, mixed with her cunning knowledge of the estate, makes her one of the most dangerous allies Emilia could have. Now Emilia has crossed the threshold. She’s outside, armed with keys, money, and secrets. The mansion is behind her, Pier 17 ahead. From here on, every choice she makes carries consequences she cannot take back.
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