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Chapter 128- Red As Sin

Penulis: NIGHT OWL
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The fabric felt like liquid fire against my skin—soft, seductive, and impossibly red. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse, adjusting the delicate straps of the gown that clung to me like a second skin. Every inch of it was tailored to perfection, from the subtle dip at the back to the modest—but devastating—plunge in the front. I didn’t need a tag to know it was designer.

Mr De Vito.

He hadn’t said a word when he left it on my desk.

But I’d known instantly it was for tonight. For the De Vito Ball. For me.

And now, dressed in it, I understood why.

It wasn’t just a dress.

It was a declaration.

Subtle, but absolute.

I finished pinning my hair into a loose twist at the nape of my neck, applied a final touch of crimson to my lips, and slipped into a pair of black stilettos. No jewelry. The dress didn’t need it. Neither did I.

Just as I grabbed my small clutch and stepped into the living room, the intercom buzzed. Matteo. Right on time.

I took a deep breat
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