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Chapter Seven- The Unwanted Spotlight.
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2025-03-11 16:54:05
EnereiAuthor’s Note: Hey, lovely readers! 💕 And that’s a wrap on Chapter 7! We got drama, tension, and Eleanor serving as the best friend we all need. But let’s be real—Adrian? The audacity. 🙄 What do you think? Is Helena going to let him keep calling the shots, or is she about to make him regret it? 👀🔥 Drop your thoughts below, and let’s scream about it together. And don’t worry—the next chapter? Even more fire. Stay tuned, and thanks for reading! You guys are the best. 🖤✨
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