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Chapter 31: After the Truth.

作者: Ivy Rose
last update 公開日: 2026-07-14 21:02:23

POV: Charlotte

I found him in his study the next morning before he’d left for the office, and I didn’t bother easing into it the way I might have a few weeks ago.

“I want to ask you something about the contract,” I said. “About the heir clause specifically.”

He looked up from his desk, something guarded settling over his face immediately, the same careful expression he wore whenever a conversation veered toward territory he hadn’t

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