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Chapter 2: Bound by Contract (Story 3)

Author: Yela-ere
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-21 11:22:49

I had imagined my wedding day a thousand times when I was a little girl.

Not in the way other girls did.

There were no fantasies of princes arriving on white horses or glittering tiaras catching the sunlight. I had never been foolish enough to believe in fairy tales. Growing up as Enzo Vitali’s daughter taught me early that love was rarely simple and almost never safe.

Still, I had allowed myself one quiet dream.

If I ever married, I wanted it to be for love.

For the kind of love that reve
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