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CHAPTER 102:Valentina’s War

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-05 01:26:05

VALENTINA

The plane’s tires kissed tarmac and the city’s cold, metallic breath hit me like a reminder. New York smelled of oil and rain and a thousand restless ambitions exactly the kind of place that liked to swallow names and spit out empires. I tucked my collar up against the wind and let the taxi take me to one of my father’s old hideouts a narrow townhouse swallowed by shadow, a place that still wore the family’s quiet arrogance like armor. The Vercettis had not yet claimed it; for now it was mine.

I stood in the dim bedroom and let the door close behind me. The room smelled faintly of stale perfume and old money. I moved like a ghost through everything he’d left: a dented chest, a cracked photograph, curtains that didn’t quite meet. In the glass of the dressing table my face leaned back at me sharper now, harder, like something honed until it could cut. I thought of Paris and the stairs where my sister fell, of the blood that had been necessary and the choices that had felt in
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