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Chapter 51: I Am Nothing Like You

Author: Eagle Dira
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-25 06:23:53

SASHA

The grand salon of the Vescari estate glittered under a thousand crystal facets, an overfed chandelier bleeding light across marble floors polished enough to reflect ghosts.

It was a spectacle Giuseppe had organised with such fanfare you would think it almost meant something to me.

The tables were drowned in gold and white linens and were filled with overflowing platters, crystal decanters, and nauseating excess.

The air was thick with murmurs in different languages. One of them, unmista
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