[Book 9] Amaranthine Beauty

“Whiskey, please?” A tired voice suddenly spoke next to Scarlett. She was seated on a stool at the bar where she would love to drown her sorrowful self. She was not even in a dress. She wasn’t here to get laid. She was here to get drunk and choose to have a headache the next day rather than a hearta...

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