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Chapter 12: The shattered silence

Auteur: Amaka
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-02 03:16:42

The morning didn't bring light; it only brought a colder shade of grey. I hadn't slept. I spent the night pacing the West Wing, the diamond necklace Julian had forced on me feeling like a lead weight against my collarbone.

I was standing by the window when I saw it.

A fleet of black SUVs was lined up outside the iron gates of the De Luca estate. Even from this distance, I recognized the lead car. It was a silver Maybach—the car Silas Vane used when he wanted the world to know he had arrived.

My
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