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Chapter 33: His Bargain for Peace

Author: Nicole Mariam
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-29 00:55:23

Ezra's POV:

The heavy, ornate door to Lorenzo’s private study clicked shut behind Andrei Sokolov and his chillingly composed daughter, leaving a vacuum filled only with the oppressive weight of the just-concluded transaction. The air, still carrying the faint, cloying scent of Sokolov’s expensive cologne, felt tainted, polluted by his presence in our sanctuary. My father, Lorenzo, stood by the massive mahogany desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his usual booming authority subdued, replaced by a strained, almost defeated air.

Tatiana Sokolova. The image of her remained etched in my mind – a study in glacial beauty and icy entitlement. The way her piercing blue eyes had swept over our opulent surroundings with such detached indifference, as if judging its worth. Her infrequent pronouncements to her father, each word precise and laced with an unspoken command, had painted a clear picture of a woman accustomed to wielding power, even at her young age. And that undercurrent o
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