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The Queen’s Gambit

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Chapter 26

Valencia’s POV

The silence of Blackwood Manor after the canceled Gala was deafening. Silas had grounded me like a child, dismissed my resolve as fragility, and walked away with that maddening, untouchable composure.

He thought he had broken my spirit tonight. He thought he had seen the fly tangle herself back into the web.

He was wrong.

I didn't go back to the gym. I didn't tear off the black gown. Instead, I let the rage simmer until it turned into something dark, refined, and pred
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