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KABANATA 68

Author: Eyah
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2024-11-27 14:59:27
CALISTA'S P. O. V

Niccolo’s threat echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in, the precariousness of my situation.

His words, cold and devoid of emotion, painted a grim picture of the future, a future where I would bear the brunt of his family’s wrath, a future where I would pay for the sins of my own family. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the consequences potentially devastating.

My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, a way out, a plan of escape. But my
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