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Welcome Home, Tracey.

Auteur: Liy Lah
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-01-29 15:53:51

TRACEY'S P.O.V

After Don Pablo finished his phone call with Diego, everything about his attitude softened. He told his men to take me to a guest room—an actual guest room, not another freezing dungeon or dark corner of his mansion!

I couldn’t make sense of the sudden change. Why the special treatment? What was this all about? Especially after hearing Diego’s name?

When the door opened to the guest room, my jaw nearly dropped. The room was big, with a large bed placed in the center of it.

I stood frozen, unsure whether I should touch anything. It didn’t feel real. Just hours ago, I’d been locked in a dungeon, treated like trash. And now? Now I was standing in a room fit for royalty.

Slowly, I made my way to the bed, sitting consciously on the edge. My hand made its way to feel the warmth of the silk sheets.

The temptation to lie down was too strong to resist, I didn't know when I sunk deep into the mattress.

But even with the comfort of this bed, my mind refused to rest. Don Pablo’s w
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