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38 - Ghost Of The Library

Autor: Lissy
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-24 11:44:13

Beatrice’s POV

“I grew up with a sister like that,” I finally say. “Isabell. My half-sister. Called me a freak every day. Clara—my stepmother pretended I didn’t exist. And my father?” My throat tightens. “He never looked at me like I mattered.”

Charlie looks up at me.

“Velan’s cruelty didn’t begin with powerful objects like the bloodstone. It began with a desire for control, and a pattern of testing how far he could go. Over time, he escalated his behavior until he believed he had won by break
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