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s. It was a modern, rebellious fortress suspended above the glittering Chicago Gold Coast, its stark bl
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
d cousin and the family's designated disappointment, stumbled into the living room. He was shrugging off his
tered, his voice rough wi
his dark, hollow eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, predatory sho
e him a chan
ly has assigned me?" I asked, my voice s
, then back to me. "Unless Julian suddenly developed a taste for mod
e hallway. Gina, my stepmother's loyal maid, burst into the penthouse. Her chest h
ying to her cheeks. "Miss Sofia... she was sent to Mr.
nder. Her feet remained firmly planted by the door. She was stalling, giv
ride. A public humiliation that could ignite a Family War. He loo
him n
tirely, walking past her pathetic performance with measured, deliberate steps. I stopped at Dante's mahogany desk
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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