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Chapter 22

Auteur: Ellie💕
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-10 09:23:49

The Weight of the Ring

The penthouse felt too quiet after Sandro left. Elena wandered the open living space, the cream silk robe still loosely tied around her body. Her fingers kept drifting to the massive diamond on her left hand, twisting it absently. The ring was heavy, colder and more unyielding than it had any right to be. A symbol of everything she had traded away.

She sank onto the edge of the sofa, staring at the glittering stone. It caught the afternoon light streaming through the wind
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 Sandro has a pattern.She pulled back slowly, searching his face in the dim light. The vulnerability from moments ago had already begun to shutter behind his usual mask. Elena climbed off him, straightening her dress with trembling hands. Neither of them spoke as Sandro restarted the engine and drove them the rest of the way to the mansion in heavy silence.Back inside, the new layers of security felt like invisible chains tightening around her throat. Extra guards nodded respectfully as they passed, but their eyes followed her every movement. Elena excused herself to the guest bathroom under the pretense of freshening up, but her mind was racing. The file in the

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    Jealousy’s EdgeThe paper trembled in Elena’s fingers. Elena must never learn the full extent
 Her emotional attachment is the only leverage I cannot afford to lose. The words blurred as footsteps grew louder in the hallway. She barely had time to shove the file back into the drawer before Sandro appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space.His eyes sharpened instantly on her flushed face and the slightly crooked drawer. “What are you doing in here?”Elena straightened, heart slamming against her ribs. The high from the car still hummed under her skin, but the fresh betrayal in the file turned it sour. “Looking for answers you won’t give me. Again.”Sandro crossed the room in two strides, pulling the drawer open. He saw the file, his expression darkening like storm clouds over the city. “You keep pushing, Elena. After Valentina. After I warned you.”The punishment came swift and cold. He made a single call. Within minutes, two additional guards appeared at the mansion d

  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 47

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  • A CONTRACT FROM THE DEVIL   Chapter 46

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