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he room in golden light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Luca Moretti stood at t

. His family controlled half the city, and his name was spoken in hushed whispers, always laced with fea

Luca felt something stir in him-

dark hair cascading over one shoulder. She wasn't just beautiful; she was mesmerizing. There was an elegance to her, but also a

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