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Uninvited Intrusions

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-15 18:09:06

Fernando’s POV

The soft echo of my shoes against the polished marble floor matched the steady, calculated rhythm of my thoughts.

I was already dressed in my tailored navy-blue suit, crisp white shirt beneath, and my usual silver cufflinks glinting under the hallway light.

The corridors of my mansion were silent except for the faint clinking of breakfast being prepared in the far dining hall.

Yet my mind was far from at ease.

Archer Graves.

The name alone was enough to cause a storm inside me.

And now he was here—in my house, uninvited, this early in the morning.

My jaw tightened as I passed the oil paintings lining the hallway—my ancestors watching, their eyes just as cold as the memories Archer dragged up from the shadows.

Michael and I had history. Complicated, unfinished, dangerous history. And i could tell Archer knew how to twist the knife and do it with a smile.

As I neared the east wing that led to the dining hall, I saw Marlo and Annabelle, standing by the double archway
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