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Chapter 30: Salt and Stone

Penulis: G.V.STELLARIS
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-14 16:02:46

POV RACHELLE

Sicily was a beautiful lie. The air in Cefalù smelled of salt, orange blossoms, and ancient secrets. As our private yacht, The Siren, pulled into the turquoise harbor, the sun was setting behind the jagged cliffs, casting the cathedral in a blood-red light. To the paparazzi lining the docks, we were the ultimate scandal: the billionaire couple who had cheated death and a divorce, returning to their ancestral roots for a "Reconciliation Honeymoon."

"Smile, Rachelle," Nikolai whisper
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