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Chapter 111: Collision at the Door

مؤلف: Ij Gabriel
last update آخر تحديث: 2025-08-10 02:50:10
POV: Amelia

The night was cool against my skin as I stepped out of the car, and made my way to the hotel.

Thankfully, there was no paparazzi outside.

My heels clicked softly on the marble floor of the hotel lobby as I entered and for a moment I took the time to truly appreciate being in this moment.

I felt alive again.

My ankle throbbed faintly beneath the silk bandage, but it was the buzz from dinner with Leo that still hummed through me—a strange mix of excitement and caution. I hadn’t expected the pull I felt, the way he seemed to see past all my carefully built walls. But I shoved the thought aside. I had bigger things to deal with.

Just as I reached the revolving door, a voice stopped me cold.

“Amelia.”

I turned slowly, dread curling in my stomach. Ethan stood there, sharp suit impeccably tailored, but his eyes dark and raw—like a man fighting his own demons.

“Ethan,” I said quietly, already knowing this wouldn’t be a calm conversation.

He stepped closer, gaze
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