Chapter 158 one hundred and fifty eight

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ETHAN

From the moment she walked into La Brisa, I forgot how to fucking breathe.

Elora. That was not just Elora. That was something else—something dangerous, refined, untouchable. Hair styled like she walked off a runway shoot, jet-black and glistening in soft waves that framed her face like it had been painted...

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