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Chapter 32: The Debt in Motion

Author: MELLA
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-14 01:41:31

The cold air of the island night was a shock after the suffocating heat of the studio. Julian didn't speak; his silence was a thunderstorm waiting to break. He gripped my arm with a strength that promised bruises, dragging me away from the glass, away from the man who had whispered my name.

"Julian, stop! You’re hurting me!" I cried out, stumbling over the hem of the white silk gown.

He didn't slow down until we reached the gravel driveway where a black armored SUV stood idling, its headlights
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