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Emotional Attack

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-12 23:44:09

“Mommy!”

I shot to my feet. My hand nearly knocked into the mug on the table, and the half-eaten pirozhki rolled on the plate. My body was already moving before my brain had time to spell panic.

“Daddy!”

Then the voice rose again, wetter now, louder.

Sebastian stood too.

The sofa chair scraped slightly against the floor.

Rain against the glass, my own breathing, Sebastian’s footsteps behind me, all of it seemed to be pulled closer to my ears.

I hurried into the main room.

Poppy was sitting in t
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  • The Billionaire's Regret   Identity, Protected

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