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Beneath the Surface

Author: Edom chidiomomi
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-11 03:47:45

Chapter 8: Beneath the Surface

Paris looked different the next morning. Not the glittering version in postcards, but a city hungover from rain and haunted by secrets.

Eden stood on the balcony wrapped in a cream silk robe, watching the mist roll across the Seine. She didn’t know what to make of her feelings anymore. Not just for Cassian—but for herself.

She had crossed oceans pretending to be someone she wasn’t.

So why did she feel more like herself now than she had in years?

Cassian joined her with two cups of espresso. He handed one over wordlessly. Their fingers brushed, but neither pulled away.

“Did you sleep?” he asked.

“Barely.”

“You’re thinking about Verena.”

Eden raised a brow. “I’m thinking about Zurich.”

Cassian leaned on the railing beside her, his expression unreadable.

“I told you most of it.”

“But not all.”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then start now.”

He turned toward her. “Zurich was where I made my first mistake. I backed a biotech merger. One of
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