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Chapter 5 The Art of Pretending

Word Count: 1035    |    Released on: 11/07/2025

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ill processing everything Dominic had confessed the night before. About

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ses

rac

s and a white silk blouse, Dominic was already at the breakfast ta

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, forcing the word t

in response.

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are

oss from him and reached for t

d. "Get u

e, your schedule for today includes brunch with the chairman's wife, a fitting for th

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nic. "You're throwi

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esigner sunglasses sipping champagne at ten in the morning, discussing the

canopy, clutching a mim

y styled gray hair and a voice like silk dipped in ven

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women we

aid, choosing her words carefully. "I was in medica

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: You're no

in the country," another woman chimed in, twirling h

don't always choose love

Lena forced hers

as the

Fake storie

s already

ng – Le Rive (Pr

epped into the exclusive restaurant, something i

ses

ize why until th

tian

sly handsome in a carefree, rebellious kind of way. He walked i

aw Lena, his

ot married. To her?" he said, his eyes

's jaw

hand politely. "

too long. "The pleasure is all mine. You're ev

Dominic sa

re. I'm just saying-if I'd known she was

ing both men. "I thin

inked. "Oh,

didn't

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er. "You laughe

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er laugh

row. "Maybe you

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ass you. I embar

pected, suddenly standing i

his is a gam

your wife, so get u

ands curled

pulse

angry because I was polite to Sebastian... or because for the

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me," he sa

k a ste

spered. "Afraid yo

bed her

f fear, but from the

ou don't know what I

tell

e, restraint, hatred, hunger. A chaotic storm

her and st

ebastian. I don

voice trembling

le

, slamming the bedr

dn

t couch, staring out at the city lights. Her heart

didn't just want

ante

as a

as a

omething

fied her more

how small, no matter how furio

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