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51. Shadows, Legacy, and Slowly Burning Fire

Penulis: Monica Wild
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-01 06:32:53

It had been two days since Damian told Enola about someone following her. However, Damian didn’t tell her everything, only mentioning that “something was suspicious.”

Enola held her growing belly, her heart anxious.

“Then someone is targeting me... what about this baby?”

She squeezed the blanket on her thighs. Her anxiety slowly turned into fear that she found difficult to hide.

Damian approached and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Enola,” his voice was low and firm, but there was a subtle te
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