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Chapter 3

Word Count: 787    |    Released on: 28/09/2025

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The air in the penthouse grew thick and suffocating. My carefully constructed co

nearest Capo's wife, and fled towar

ass of the window, trying to breathe. The hallway adjacent to the room was d

st a sliver of light from the main party. He had her pressed against the wall. His mouth was on

his voice thick with a passion he had never sho

That's all

sliding down her arm. "I'll get you that Cartier bracelet

treating her like a high-end t

perfection firmly in place. I found Aria standing near the bar, a triumphant smirk on her face. A dark,

nned me, she walked right up to me. In front of three of Alex's m

ripping with contempt. It was a public challe

forgivable breach of protocol. A di

expression unreada

t refusal. She took a clumsy step backward, bumping into the to

nd shards of glass erupted across the floor. I tried to step back, but a wave of sticky liquid and sharp projec

it was nothing compared t

Aria. He shoved people out of his way, a guttural roar in his chest, and threw

otect

istress over his wife. He left me bleeding on the floor while he cradle

on the floor along with t

I walked out of the party, blood dripping from my arm onto the whi

was there, hovering over Aria, who was reclining on a bed with a dramatic look of distress. He

acle to be removed. Donato's "purification" plan wasn't just an escape anymore.

The pain in my arm was a dull throb, but in my chest, a cold f

e fire of

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