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His Revenge

Penulis: Mimi
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-03 16:07:25

The morning was quiet.

I stood at the window, watching the sun rise. The garden was green and alive. The roses were blooming, their petals soft and fragrant in the early light. The air smelled of flowers and new beginnings, of earth and hope. The world outside was waking up, just like I was.

Rex walked to me, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath his weight, a familiar sound that had become my comfort. His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the thin fabric
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