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The Last Supper

Penulis: Authoress Funky
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-02 21:05:01

Chapter 53

Valencia’s POV

The weight of the emeralds around my neck felt like cold, encircling fingers. I stood before the mirror in my suite, adjusting the silk of a dress the color of spilled Chianti. My face was a masterpiece of porcelain perfection, but behind the eyes, the Titan was shifting, calculating the trajectory of every soul in this house.

Tonight was the endgame.

I had orchestrated a celebration dinner, a homecoming for Antonio’s recovery and a thank you to the Syndicate for their
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