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No More Hiding

Autor: Mayemura Special
last update Data de publicação: 2025-10-28 23:49:31

Isla’s POV

The night bled into dawn with the taste of smoke still thick in the air. The once-pristine marble floors of the Langston estate were smeared with ash, the faint smell of gasoline lingering beneath the sterile scent of antiseptic. Outside, the sky was bruised gray, and the wind carried the low wail of sirens still echoing from a distance.

I sat at Sophie’s bedside, my fingers tracing the soft curls at her temple. She was finally asleep, fitful, but safe. Every now and then, her little
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Angela
I bet Mrs Blake and Viola would have a stroke if they knew Nathaniel was spending his time stalking Isla and Sophie. He’s neglecting his so-called heirs…the twins.
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AnA17
Great chapter !! Nathaniel must pay please What happened to his mistress and babies?
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