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One Hundred and Twenty-Two
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2026-08-11 22:45:01Ronan Kade intended to attend my wedding.
For a moment, that fact should have frightened me more than it did.
It should have made my hands shake. It should have made me imagine him standing among flowers and candlelight, elegant and patient, watching me walk toward Luca like every step belonged to him because he had found a way to stain it first.
Instead, anger moved through me so cleanly it almost felt like strength.
Ronan wanted me afraid of my own ceremony.
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