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Chapter 25

Author: ElliešŸ’•
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 11:28:50

The First Real Test

The closet door flew open before Elena could hang up. Sandro stood there, shirtless and still damp from the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes locked onto the phone pressed to her ear, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.

ā€œElena?ā€ Juliette’s voice crackled through the speaker. ā€œAre you okay? Talk to meā€”ā€

Sandro snatched the phone from her hand and ended the call with a sharp tap. He tossed it onto the bed behind him, never breaking eye contact.
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