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Chapter 74: Perfect Illusion

Author: David Writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 04:28:51

Luciano’s POV

The hallway was empty, too empty. My footsteps echoed softly against the marble as I moved through the mansion.

Behind me, there was silence, and ahead of me, there was also silence, a very unnerving silence. There were no alarms, no gunfire, no signs of forced entry anywhere. And yet...

Antonio had said someone was inside. And he wasn't one to just make stuff up. Neither was Elena. If he said it, it had to be true.

I reached the main stairwell and paused, picking up my comm. “R
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