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ft knock. A young nurse entered, pushing a medication cart. Valer

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once more. Si

aleria exhaled slowly. She wanted more than

ed women? She would make sure it crumbled publi

from aristocracy, she was Paris's eternal muse-elegance wrapped in satin. However, there was more to her past than just the designer gowns she w

woman in love. However, calculation and survival had replaced love as a language that she had long since lost. When she went by a different name and was able to disassemble a Glock

he names of people she once hunted flash across the screen as internationa

In return, she gave him the illusion of companionship. But recently, Anton had changed-more dista

-targets. Familiar names. Operatives. Enemies. Friends. Her past was not covered up. It had been waiting all along. She felt something that had lain dormant since the revelation. Her hands

t Strikes Again Three days after finding the file, a letter arrived without postage or return address. Hand-delivered. Inside was a photo: V

, she locked herself in the guest bathroom. Not at her reflection, but into it-trying to summon the woman she once was. The one in charge. The murderer. The survivor She was riding a motorbike she hadn't ridden since her

hoto and whistled. "This is

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had abandoned ten years earlier. The fact that he was still alive indicat

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nel were unusually sparse. The housekeeper mentioned he left at dawn, mutteri

instincts

offshore shell belonging to Eclipse Trust, a known front for arms brokers and rogue intelligence deals. Anton wasn't just dabbling in

f her-data only someone in the inner circle could compile. Inside were records of her

e her. The realization shattered something in Valeria. Betrayal still hurt, even though love had ne

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all of Anton's plans, confront DeMarais, and determine whe