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rs. It was a modern, rebellious fortress suspended above the glittering Chicago Gold Coast, its stark
lk of my wedding dress pooling around me like a suffocating shroud. I didn't belong her
exactly why
f my half-sister Sofia's betrayal shattered me. I had wept. I had begged. And eventually, I ha
I wasn't a sacrificial lamb anymore; I was a ghost
ed cousin and the family's designated disappointment, stumbled into the living room. He was shrugging off h
his voice rough with a
n his dark, hollow eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, predatory s
e him a chan
ly has assigned me?" I asked, my voice s
wall, then back to me. "Unless Julian suddenly developed a taste
e hallway. Gina, my stepmother's loyal maid, burst into the penthouse. Her chest h
lying to her cheeks. "Miss Sofia... she was sent to Mr
ender. Her feet remained firmly planted by the door. She was stalling, g
ride. A public humiliation that could ignite a Family War. He loo
him n
ntirely, walking past her pathetic performance with measured, deliberate steps. I stopped at Dante's mahogany de
dim light, gleaming w
It was the pure, unadulterated intent to kill-something he had likely see
?" I said, my tone dead and ho
Heir's Wing. Behind me, I heard the sharp clink of Dante tossing his whiskey glass onto
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