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DARKNESS 1

Author: Siemuri Daniella
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-29 01:02:05

As Bianca approached the convent gates, Leonardo watched her closely, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He knew she was capable, but the unease gnawing at him wouldn’t relent. The sight of the massive stone walls, once symbols of sanctuary, now seemed to close in, trapping secrets that could either save or destroy Arya.

Bianca turned to face them, her expression calm but resolute. “I’ll be back with answers,” she said, her voice steady. The air was thick with tension, every word she spoke echoing in the silence that had fallen over them. It was as if the very atmosphere had shifted, growing heavier with the weight of unspoken fears and the looming uncertainty that lay ahead.

Leonardo nodded, trying to keep his features impassive. “Remember, you’re not alone. We’re right outside. The moment you sense anything off, you get out. We’ll handle the rest.” His voice was firm, but beneath the surface, a storm of emotions raged. The fear of losing another loved one, the frustr
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  • The Reluctant Mafia Bride   WHIRLPOOL

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  • The Reluctant Mafia Bride   DELICATE

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  • The Reluctant Mafia Bride   BONUS CHAPTER 2

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  • The Reluctant Mafia Bride   SACRED LIES

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