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CHAPTER 52- First Fight

Author: Zieey
last update publish date: 2026-04-18 23:40:59

LENA

Two months into officially dating, and Caleb dropped the idea of introducing Evan to his extended Vaughn family like it was no big deal.

“Absolutely not.” I stood in the kitchen, arms locked tight across my chest, nails pressing crescents into my skin.

Caleb’s jaw flexed, frustration tightening every line of his face. “They’re his family too, Lena. He deserves to know his cousins.”

“The same family that stood by while your mother destroyed me? While that video went viral and my entire life
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