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Chapter 13: The Widow’s Peak

작가: Linet. K. Anastasia
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-02-23 23:29:12

Six months had passed since the sky over the Hudson had burned.

The Amalfi Coast was supposed to be their purgatory—a paradise of lemon groves, salt air, and azure water where "Sloane and Julian Vane" could cease to exist. Under the names Elena and Marco Rossi, they had bought a villa perched on a jagged cliff known as Il Picco della Vedova—The Widow’s Peak.

Sloane stood on the terrace, the silk of her white sundress fluttering in the Mediterranean breeze. It was a far cry from the bruised purp
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