In love with my mafia uncle
Curiosity tugged at me, urging me closer, step by careful step, to hear what was being said.
Then, like a dagger to my chest, the words cut through the air:
“Just kill her.”
The book slipped from my trembling fingers, falling to the floor with a thud that felt louder than a gunshot. My heart froze. My breath was locked in my throat. Before I could run, before I could even scream, something sharp and heavy struck me. And then—nothing.
When I woke, I was here.
Bab Populer