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THE RIVALS DARLING

Author: Ria Noir
last update publish date: 2026-10-16 02:11:34

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE: THE RIVALS DARLING

SERENA'S POV

The only sound inside the living room was the sound of ceramic.

Bianca sat on the edge of the armchair, both of her hands wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of chamomile tea I had made for her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the night air, falling over her face as she took a slow, silent sip. The defensive mask she had worn earlier had completely vanished, leaving behind an exhausted young woman who looked far younge
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