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CHAPTER 35: THE UNSIGNED REALITY

Author: Silverling
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-07 02:48:13

ELARA'S POV

The rain fell softly over Aurelia, washing against the floor-to-ceiling glass archways of Villa Seraphine's private study. Inside, the quiet hum of the burning hearth cast flickering golden shadows across the polished mahogany desk.

I sat behind the carved wood, my shoulders squared, my burgundy velvet coat draped over the back of my leather armchair. On the desk lay three crisp parchment folders bound in white silk ribbon../the original divorce and annulment petitions, drafted thre
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