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CHAPTER 83

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CHAPTER 83

ADRIEN

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was.

Not peaceful, quiet. No. This was the kind that made your skin crawl. Too heavy. Too empty.

The sheets were too soft. The air smelled like polished wood and money. The ceiling was white. Higher than it should be.

Not Luca’s place.

I stayed there, staring at the ceiling, counting cracks I couldn’t find. My body felt like lead. My chest like it had caved in. I thought about moving—just to prove I could—but the thought was exhausting.

“Finally awake?”

Lucien’s voice.

I turned my head slowly. He was sitting in an armchair near the window, jacket off, sleeves rolled, looking like he’d been there all night. Like he had nothing better to do.

I didn’t answer.

He stood, crossed the room, and set a tray on the nightstand. The smell hit me—warm food. Eggs. Toast. Soup maybe. My stomach twisted, but not in hunger. More like nausea.

“Eat something,” he said.

I stared at the tray, then back at him. “No.”

His br
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    CHAPTER 106LUCA“He blocked me. Again.”My voice cracked against the silence of my office. The bouquet of white lilies in my hand suddenly felt stupid. Pathetic. Like me.Matteo didn’t even look up from the whiskey he was pouring. “Then maybe, Luca, you should take the goddamn hint.”“I’m not giving up on him,” I snapped, slamming the flowers on the desk. The vase cracked. Water spilled across my papers.He laughed—bitter, tired. “You already did. The moment you lied. The moment you broke him.”My jaw clenched. “It wasn’t—”“It was,” he cut me off, finally looking at me. “Stop rewriting the story to make yourself feel better.”I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. Adrien wasn’t picking calls. Every number I tried—blocked. Every attempt to see him—his security shut me down. I even drove past his company like a stalker. All I saw was his cold face in those tinted car windows. He didn’t even glance my way.I pulled out the new plan from the drawer. “I’ll send flowers. Anony

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