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Esliee I. WisdonHello guys! How are you? I hope y'all good! I'm here to say that this chapter was reallyyy challenger to write. I wanted something intimate, passionate... more than just lust. I really hope that I reached it. And of course, if you're liking "Reviello's Wrong Bride", please leave me your comment and a gem if possible. I'll help me sooo much. Thanks, see ya!
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