Chapter 97 Slave to My Step-UncleπŸ˜ˆπŸ†πŸ‘

Ava's POV

The doorbell rang at nine in the morning.

I was in the kitchen wearing one of Marcus’s shirts underneath a light scarf.

Faint bruises from the night before still marked my hips and the insides of my thighs. Marcus was pouring coffee when the sound cut through the house.

He set the p...

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