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Chapter sixteen

Author: Aliuibrahim
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-28 22:39:30

IS THERE A DOPPELGANGER?

Enzo pov

As I grasped the stair rail, my gaze drifted downwards, and our eyes met. Thalia's voice, though shrill, was music to my ears after days of silence. My sister, the crazy lady, stood at the foot of the stairs, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and annoyance. For a moment, I forgot about her...let's say, unpredictability, and admired how radiant she looked.

Her dress was a deep red, hugging her curves in all the right places, and the way it rode up her thighs wasn't exactly sisterly material. My eyes lingered a bit too long, and I felt a pang of guilt for noticing. But damn, she was stunning. I couldn't help but smile as I descended the stairs, my footsteps light.

Thalia's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in my expression, but she didn't comment. Instead, she opened her arms wide, and I didn't hesitate to walk into them. She squeezed me tight, her voice muffled against my chest. "I've missed you so much, Enzo! Where have you been?"

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