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Chapter 72 : Blurry days

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last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 18:39:46

Alessia’s POV

Days had blurred together since that night—or maybe I had just stopped keeping count. Everything felt heavier and quieter, like the mansion itself was mourning.

I hadn’t stepped outside my room in days. The only sign that I was still alive was the clinking of my toothbrush against the sink and the occasional muttered curse when I realized I had spaced out mid-brush and nearly swallowed toothpaste foam again.

Sleep was even a joke. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—the man whose throat I had slit. His face, pale and slack, kept flashing in my head like a broken reel. My mind kept trying to justify it by telling me that I had saved him, that I had spared him from something a lot worse—death by the great Damiano Valentino. But the truth remained the same. I had killed someone...

Again.

And this time, there was no escaping the weight of it.

I leaned over the sink, rinsing my mouth, when a soft knock came from the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, my voice scratchy from disu
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