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Dear Readers,

Thank you sincerely for the love, attention, and continuous support you have shown this book. Your encouragement means everything to me.

I would like to inform you that this story is connected to my new ongoing book. "When Love Finds Its Way Back" Although both books are set in different cities and follow different storylines, they exist within the same world and are closely linked. Events, characters, and revelations from one book will influence the other as the stories progress.

This book can be read independently. However, for a richer reading experience and a deeper understanding of the unfolding plot, I highly recommend following both books.

Once again, thank you for being part of this journey. Your support, comments, and encouragement keep this story alive. I truly appreciate every reader.

Please remember to share this book and recommend it to your friends and loved ones.

With love ❣️

Crown Imagination

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Crown Imagination
@givegivens, are you sure you won't fall for Dreston? The story is just beginning ...
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Crown Imagination
@raginigakul, I might not be able to tell you how many chapters more to go, but I can say that we are already over half of the story, meaning we are close.
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Ragini Gokul
Very interesting read this far, please advise how many more chapters to the end of this book
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