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... ssed down on the pedals of his unicycle, the rough terrain making every movement precarious. He held his dual pistols at the ready, fingers resting on the triggers. Beside him, Cindy mirrored his actions, her posture equally tense. In the unpredictable chaos of Gotham, a shotgun was too cumbersome at close range—versatility was king.

"At least we can cross Harley off the list. She and Ivy drink like alley cats with a bottomless bowl of whiskey. No way they made it here before us," Cindy ...

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Now that she had a second chance at her life, Aria was determined to change her fate, as well as the cruel fate of her saviour, Grand Duke Valentine.

And so… Aria proposed to him with a marriage contract.

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[Marry me.] Aria extended her hand and gave him the contract. [Let’s get divorced in 10 years…]

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