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21 | Tested Patience
NiMarieHello my beautiful readers! I'm excited to have been able to get another update out so soon. Yes, the next chapter is looking to be the moment Padrino and Isa finally see each other (the sneak peek previously shown). Things are getting intense and they will only get crazier. So hang on tight! FYI, the Mexican cartel and Russians will be getting a spin-off each. I will announce those details on my group, since I won't be posting non completed books anymore. The blurb for one of them is already up on one of my socials. What did you all think about this update though and what are your theories? Lastly, don't forget to vote for this book if you are enjoying it. XOXO.
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Her Forbidden Desire 25 | Bloody Memories
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Her Forbidden Desire 26 | Deadly Relief
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Her Forbidden Desire 27 | Going Home
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Her Forbidden Desire 28 | Revelations
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Her Forbidden Desire 29 | More News
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