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Chapter Two hundred and forty one

Autor: Blessing. B
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-07-23 23:58:46

DAMIEN'S POV

I push open the heavy doors and step inside.

The prison corridor is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and despair. I make my way toward the cell block where Samson was held, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

When I reach his cell, I stop.

The door is open. Inside, a body lies on the floor, covered with a white sheet. Two guards stand nearby, their faces grim.

"Mr. Cross," one of them says, stepping forward. "We weren't expecting you."

"I need
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  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and forty one

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