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Chapter 67: Has he fucked you yet?

مؤلف: Amira Lights
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The words hit home. Eve saw it in the flash of anger in Isabella's eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Eve leaned forward. "You said you've loved Dimitri since you were nine. But have you ever actually talked to him? Not about business or alliances or strategy, i'm talking about real things. His mother. His nightmares. The birds she taught him to name. The guilt he carries. The way he takes his coffee or the small changes he's made since I came into his life."

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