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CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

Auteur: Wren Gray
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-10 17:31:58

“DO MISSED ME LIKE I MISSED YOU?”

SOFIA.

I blink. "What? No, I can't—"

"Why not?"

"I don't really like violence that much." The admission comes out quieter than I intended.

"Oh, sister-in-law, you're so sweet!" Luca laughs. "But you know, no one's at home. Not Marco, not Dante. Nico and I are going to stay out pretty late. You'd be here all alone." He leans in conspiratorially. "Wouldn't it be better for your safety to come with us? And Isabella's with the nanny, so everything would be alright.
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