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Shadow of Doubt

Author: Lazywriter
last update publish date: 2026-03-10 18:55:42

[Tyler’s POV]

My house felt like a tomb tonight, after the embarrassing auction. A tomb lined with gold leaf and Italian marble, but a tomb nonetheless.

I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window. In my hand, a glass of double-aged scotch was already sweating, the ice melting into a watery mess. My mind was still stuck at that auction.

Thirty million.

Sarah had spent thirty million dollars just to keep me from touching her border. A year ago, she had to ask me for a credit card to buy a new pair of
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