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Chapter 4: Claimed By The Sheikh

Auteur: Bilee
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-06 02:32:44
Lily Hart’s POV

I could barely breathe.

The cold evening wind rushed through the garden, making the trees sway softly around us, but none of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was Malik standing directly in front of me with those dark, intense eyes fixed on my face.

My wig had slipped.

Only for a second.

But a second was enough to ruin everything.

My fingers shook badly as I adjusted it quickly back into place. I prayed silently that he hadn’t noticed the blonde strands u
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