Chapter 147

  POV: Ariana

  Mom failed...

  So did Williams and I. Freddie won, the cunning tricky bastard!

  I sat on my bed, the pattern of the duvet swirling in a chaotic mix of reds and golds, mirroring the turmoil bubbling inside me. My hands trembled from adrenaline and a mix of anger and frustration. The...

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