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Penulis: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-12 01:56:23

The soft chirping of birds slowly pulled Serena from sleep.

For a few seconds, she remained still beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling while sleep faded from her body little by little. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in golden streaks, warming the massive bedroom.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she pushed herself up against the pillows. The other side of the bed was untouched. Thankfully.

Serena swallowed and slowly glanced toward the couch; it was empty. Victor
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Arpita Ray
good 1.. jealous husband...
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did he str×ck alexei i bet
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someone's jealous i see
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