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CHAPTER 48

The cold space beside me on the mattress was the first thing I felt—a hollow, mocking void that set my heart hammering against my ribs before I was even fully awake.

Panic isn’t just a feeling; it’s a physical weight, a suffocating pressure that sent me stumbling through the suite. Balcony. Washroom. Nothing but the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a ghost.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

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Recently I have opened a small shelter for stray dogs and cats. No force to anyone. If anyone are willing to they can help me out. That's all. Thankyou.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

I write dark hearts, dangerous secrets, and love stories that feel more like a war than a fairytale. In my world, obsession is stronger than love, and nobody leaves unscarred. 🖤 🔞❤️‍🩹☠️

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