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Chapter 22 - High-stakes maneuver
JanedoewritingsHey, everyone. Just a quick reminder: Romance isn't just about the sexual tension—there needs to be a plot too. So, if you're missing that tension, hang in there, it's coming. I can't fit the entire story into one chapter—good things take time. Please, take a moment to go back to the first page and read the disclaimer carefully. It's important for you to understand what this book entails. This is a dark romance—always keep that in mind. Make sure to read the trigger warnings, as well as the notes on updates and POVs. These details are crucial, so don't skip them. Thank you. XOXO 💋
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