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CHAPTER 039

Penulis: Kat.E
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-17 23:59:53
BETTY

I freeze outside the door, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat.

I force myself to look in, and the sight steals whatever air was left in my lungs.

The room looks like a battlefield, books scattered like fallen soldiers, and papers littering the floor in torn, angry flurries.

Rhys stands in the middle of the wreckage, his mouth bleeding, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes wild, the kind that carry more than fury.

Harriette stands across from him, hugging herse
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She hates him and is going to sleep with his cousin. And even though they don't understand anything, Nathaniel is the villain. Go Nathaniel, take your daughter and leave this house of hypocrites behind.
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