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CHAPTER 23

Author: Hadesta Sage
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-01 17:32:06

Olivia POV

Home. If you could even call this fortified mansion with hidden weapons and security cameras tucked into every goddamn corner a home.

I still called it that, though. Because he was here.

I didn’t say it out loud.

Not because it wasn’t true. But because the truth—especially that one—was sharp. And I was already bleeding from a hundred other places he couldn’t see.

As soon as we walked in, I muttered something about needing a shower and disappeared down the hall. I didn’t wait for his reply. I couldn’t. I was holding myself together with gum and stubbornness, and one more glance at Luciano’s storm-dark eyes would’ve been the end of me.

My hands were still shaking when I turned the faucet.

Warm water hit my skin, tracing the ghost of every bruise, every scratch from last night’s disaster. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the steam blur the edges of everything.

The gun. The blood. The way he looked at me after I pulled the trigger.

Like I wasn’t the s
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