Chapter 7
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Su matrimonio fue un asesinato
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sados 100 try’s not even a hint of mockery
torunuz acifference, as it looking at garbage on the side of the road.
ewala mo them i simply raised my black gloved right hand slightly
baredediately understood, stepping forward and kicking Eleanor hard in the chest, sending
$ me to the roadside mud
hatics come from, daring to disturb the Commander’s convoy! One more step and you’ll be shot
shouted coldly
i seeing my emotionless gaze. Eleanor’s heart felt as if it were instantly crushed by an invisible
the visible
hat the daughter who once craved their affection and would work herself to death for a singach for a single
pletely dead.
bout to move on. a monster covered in tumors and completely disfigured crawled outfcoawled out from
rby
abs on the ground with his mangled fingers, his throat making a raspy hide ausamy, hideous sound: “Celine….
i me… I was wrong, let’s remarry… Save me, please…”
please
red collar to hide his terrifying face, but couldn’t help but want to look atanico look at me, his eyes filled with
past glory and regret.
a glance from the corner of my eye.
and beside me and said calmly to the driver, Drive five anDisivo. The air is too dirty.”
y, leaving them with only a high and unreachabid backathable back they could never touch.
ce, more than any vicious words or cruel prichind purushiment, acted like a sharp blade that
‘s last line of mental defense.
on I had gone, let out a non-huros a slow-human stick, and then lay on the ground, frantically grabbing
mouth becoming a total maarmal fodibin
Chapter 7
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His Unwanted Wife, The World’s Coveted Genius
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network and pusat pushed howard the
ood sprayed forth.
I filled with endless terror and a desperate lingering attachment to this
o had been forcibly brought by guards to witness the execution, let out
ad fall.
rsanters mvorm, may chest adorned with
to the mud and filth.
ctor issued the final exile order.
shamposing majesty.
to a battered garbage truck, driven permanently out of the sector gates.
thes exposed her bones, emitting a sickening
and more terrifying than death itself.
deity from my high position, the extreme
ror
ding Kaelen’s hand, stood atop the highest wall of the sector.
g scent of blood in the air.
t of lucidity. She kowtowed desperately
oden boards with a dull thud.
ck, our fingers tightly interlaced.
I’ll give it to you. I don’t want it anymore!
the wooden steps.
“Child of Destiny”
im the original story-the one who willingly
s ago
you see now is the retribution you created
1 world.
ap set by the system and severing all the distorted bon
h-and-mighty scumbags into the rot.
one or a sacrifice for any narrative.
te a brilhant life that belongs only to us, alongside the one I
away and coldly swept my right hand
