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Chapter 129: Partners in Blood

Author: David Writes
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 05:47:00

Luciano’s POV

The silence in the shed was suffocating. My men watched Mariella and eye staring at each other with no one uttering even a word.

My eye drifted to the gold locket she had in her hand. All the uneasy feelings I had watching the footage, all the suspicions. They were all correct? Mariella actually killed my dad?

I couldn't bring myself to believe it, even though she had admitted to it openly. It's not like she had any reason to save Sophia. She hated her even more than I did. My m
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