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Chapter 38-Shattered Pieces and Unspoken Words
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RoxyPineappleHey, My lovelies! 💕 Phew! That chapter was a lot, right? 😮💨 The tension, the emotions, the almost heartbreak… but also that breakfast scene? 👀🍳 Raffaele really said, "You will eat, Tesoro, and you will like it!" 😂 If you enjoyed this rollercoaster of feels 🎢, don’t forget to drop a vote 🥺✨ and leave a comment 💬! Tell me—were you screaming at Edwina to run? Stay? Or just steal all those designer clothes and dip? 😂 Your support keeps me going! Love you all! 💖😘 Xoxo,Roxy
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