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CHAPTER 7

Author: Pamela Ulu
last update publish date: 2026-04-15 20:56:27

—Dominic—

“There’s a message. From your father,” Marco said as he walked into my office, his footsteps heavy.

I didn't look at him.

I stared out the window at the waves gently lapping the cliff. The island had been my place of isolation; my sanctuary away from the noise of the city and the whims of my father.

I puffed the smoke from my cigar. The evening sun filtered through the cigar smoke, turning the gray clouds into gold.

Marco paused a step behind me. “It's urgent,” he added carefully.

I s
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