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Thirty-three years ago, the sun of Marseille birthed a girl who smelled of lavender and ambition. Ten years ago, that same girlโCรฉline Valoisโburnt every bridge behind her. The betrayal wasn't a quiet affair; it was a calculated desertion that felt like a public execution. While you mourned your father, Cรฉline betr...
๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ ์ฌ์ฑ๐ชข ์๋๋ฆฌ์ค๐งโ๐จ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ง๋ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ (OC)์ค์์น์คํธ๋ ์ดํธ๋ถ์ ํ์๐ ๋ก๋งจํฑ๐ธ ํ์ค์ ์ธ