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Author: Tammy Dee
last update publish date: 2025-09-21 06:17:55

JULIAN'S POV

“Hey Mom, I never knew I’d meet you in my house, and you didn't bother giving me a call that you were going to be around today. I would have made the workers prepare your favourite meal.

“Do I have to take permission to stick around my son's house?” her voice was laced with calmness.

“Well, I never said so. You are welcome here. I Just got back from work. I’ll be going upstairs now to freshen up, I’ll be with you shortly." A warm smile entangled my cheeks.

My smile carried me halfw
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    Winter had finally loosened its grip on the mountains.From the stone terrace of the Alpine villa, I watched the snow retreating slowly up the jagged granite slopes like a defeated army. The air, which for months had been a knife to the lungs, was now soft, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming edelweiss. The river below, once a silent vein of ice, now roared with the melt—a chaotic, living sound that echoed through the valley.Spring always arrived quietly in the High Alps. But when it came, it changed the very architecture of the world.I rested my hands on the sun-warmed railing and looked down at the gardens.Bentley was a blur of gold and white against the emerald grass. The little dog tumbled through the lawn like a clumsy ball of fur, barking with a frantic, joyous energy at absolutely nothing. Marcus sat on the terrace steps, his tactical jacket replaced by a simple linen shirt, tossing a stick that Bentley insisted on retrieving with the gravity of a sacred mission.

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    Catrina's Pov “Look at her, so shameless, and disgusting.”The voice stabbed me from behind. My stomach lurched. I spun so quickly I nearly collided with her.“Isabella?” Her name tore out of my throat before I could stop it.Her hand fisted in my hair, jerking my head back until tears stung my ey

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