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chapter 6

Author: Cynthia Jane
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 20:49:11

Chapter 6: The Devil’s Invitation

​The ringing of the burner phone on the nightstand sounded like a siren.

​Dante reached for it before the second ring, his eyes snapping open. He didn't answer. He just held the phone out to me, his expression unreadable in the moonlight.

​"Who is it?" I whispered, pulling the silk robe tighter around my shoulders.

​He didn't speak. He just pointed to the screen.

​Private Caller.

​I took the phone, my fingers trembling. "Hello?"

​"The genius bride," a voice ras
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