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115. Tangled Bonds and Hidden Truths

Author: Meminger
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-10 22:57:18

Alice POV

The sun was already setting when I stopped in front of Venus’s building, my bag slung over my shoulder and a restlessness jittering in my chest. The day before had been a blur — waking up in the motel with Connor, the heat of his body still lingering on my skin, the way he’d made me laugh with that crooked smile while we ate toast in bed.

I’d gotten lost in him, in that easy flirtation and chemistry that caught me off guard, and hadn’t checked in with Venus all day. But now, standing there, the weight of Nathalie’s party hit me full force.

Spencer had called me last night, his voice a thunderstorm of rage as he spat accusations about Venus — that she’d screwed everything up, that she was chasing Elliot, that my reputation was going down the drain because of her. I needed to know what had happened, needed to look after my best friend.

I pressed the buzzer, the sound slicing through the cool evening air, and waited, fussing with my hair as I tried to sort my thoughts. The d
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Noah
Getting so exciting, am so hooked . Pls release more chapters. Me holding my breath for wats next esp for Reese n Elliott’s rekindled love, how their love continues to grow. Eager to know how their journey n d fates of d others unfold.
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Noah
Reese needs to hv d courage to tell Elliott d truth abt Avie. He deserves to know n she deserves to stop carrying tat weight alone. With Jennifer, Bethany n even Spencer likely to stir trouble, I juz hope love, truth n their little family triumph in the end.
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