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Chapter 45: Bitter Pill

Author: Bibi Abdul
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 22:12:16

Sophia’s POV

“Are you free?” Lily’s text came, breaking me from my line of thought.

I could say no, stay home and plot more on how to take down Marcus.

I could keep my end of the bargain, and be a good friend.

“Yes, I am on my way,” I typed back, picking the latter. Besides, Marcus wasn’t here now; I would be done before he returned. With that defining thought, I searched out for something weather appropriate, from Lily’s text.

I was going to be doing a lot of hauling and heaving and well, tha
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