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Chapter 97: Cracks in Perfection

Penulis: David Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-16 05:55:07

Mariella’s POV

We arrived in London early in the afternoon. The city felt…quieter. Or maybe it was just me.

The ride from the airport to the mansion was uneventful. No tension or strange looks. No signs of anything being wrong. Luciano had assured me that the picture was a fake. So there was nothing to worry about. Right?

I stole a glance at Luciano from the corner of my eye. He was as calm as always. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Yet I felt uneasy. No matter how much I tried to convin
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