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CHAPTER 7: Eyes on Us

Author: Marcelinee
last update publish date: 2026-07-09 17:13:02

The heavy tires of the SUV crunched over a sprawling driveway paved with crushed white stone. Rain continued to hammer the roof, but the darkness of the night was pierced by the blazing, golden lights of a massive estate. Valets in crisp black uniforms and holding large umbrellas rushed toward the arriving vehicles.

My stomach tied itself into a tight, painful knot. I looked down at my faded jeans and the damp, fraying hem of my sweater. My boots were caked in mud from the Silver Moon dirt road
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