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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FOUR

Author: Mairee
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-07 15:49:26

#Rico’s POV#

I swear, I’m two seconds away from losing it. No, scratch that. I already lost it.

Paulina had the fucking audacity to call me to her damn hotel suite, acting like she wanted to talk, to make peace or whatever. But nah. She just wanted to hook up. And still sat there pretending like Victor wasn’t in her bed two nights ago. Like she didn’t orchestrate every damn leak, every disgusting sentence in those fucked up articles. And when I told her she’d ruined someone’s life, you know what she said? “She asked for it.”

She actually said that. Smiled and poured herself a drink like this whole thing wasn’t disgusting.

I couldn’t even hit her. Couldn’t yell. I just walked out, hands in fists, heart pounding, head spinning. If I go back to Xavier’s place now and see Victor’s slimy ass face, I swear I’ll catch another case. And I’m barely out from the last one.

But this ain’t even about them anymore.

It’s about her.

Dorothy. She’s gone. Not “left for a breather” gone. Not “visiting s
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