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Chapter 128: Confession

مؤلف: David Writes
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-11 05:43:27

Luciano’s POV

I sat in my study, drinking a cup of coffee, watching the rain pour against my windows. We were still on the hunt for Lorenzo, but that was by the way. I hadn't slept since Marcello's death. Why?

Because I still had no clue who killed him.

The lady in the footage did remind me of Mariella somewhat. The hair, especially. But Mariella wasn't capable of such a thing.

In fact, there was only one woman I knew who was close to Marcello and ruthless enough to pull that kind of stunt.

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