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... ght. I’d never felt this kind of rage toward anyone before—a deep, burning fury that clawed at my insides every time I replayed Guy’s words. That fucking idiot threatened to take Jasmine to his bed? It made my blood boil. I wanted to strangle him right there in the street, feel his smug throat crush under my hands. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to play smart. Had to let Guy think he’d won—that I was packing up, moving out, letting Jasmine slip through my fingers like sand. It was the only way t ...
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