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Green Flames

Author: Pretty Betty
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 06:16:31

Chapter 25: Green Flames

The air in the penthouse felt thick enough to choke on. Khalid stood inches away from me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes blazing with a mixture of jealousy, fear, and barely contained rage. I had never seen him like this — not toward me.

“So this is what it’s come to?” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You run off to fancy dinners with Marcus Hale while I’m fighting to save our marriage? Smiling at him across the table, letting him l
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