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2024-10-29 19:42:56DYLAN EMERTON
-ONE HOUR EARLIER.Camilla's parents deterred me upon sighting, I was just about to enter her room, but from their faces, they had done something crazy already."I wouldn't be astounded to find out you had a hand in my daughter's mishaps.""Renée!"Her mother cautioned, clutching his hand.I scoffed, daring to press my lips in a small line. The nerve of him."Your daughter's mishaps? Of course, parents blame their children for the manifestations of their mistakes. You're no different."I spat, scowling severely."Do not test me, boy. Your father and I might be friends..""Yes. Best friends. Of course. You're cut from the same cloth of being terrible parents."I countered. Instead of smacking me for my outrage, his demeanour changed instantly. My words must have struck deep."If Camilla burned the house down, it was only a ripple effect of the fact that you failedRelated chapters
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Living With The Player Author's Note
Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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