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Chapter 54

Author: ElliešŸ’•
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 15:05:01

Close Call

The emergency lights cast long, sickly shadows across the penthouse floor. Elena backed away from the hallway, heart hammering so loudly she could hear it in her ears. The soft click she had heard earlier repeated, closer this time. Footsteps. Too light for one of Sandro’s guards. Too deliberate.

She grabbed a heavy marble paperweight from the side table, the only weapon within reach, and pressed herself against the wall near the living room. Her burner phone was still in her pocket,
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