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Chapter 025: What Vivienne Cost Him

Penulis: Siyah Mcluxe
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-10 21:45:34
Ace's POV

I found Natasha in the kitchen, barefoot, hair still damp from the shower, standing at the counter with a mug of tea she wasn't actually drinking, just holding for the warmth of it. I'd meant to say goodnight and keep walking, the way I'd done every night since the car, the door cracked exactly one inch and no further.

I stopped in the doorway instead.

"You don't have to," she said, before I'd said anything at all, before I'd even fully decided what I was about to do. She set the
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