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Seventy Eight

Author: Itohan
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-03 23:57:28

Andrew’s knock came just when I thought I could finally rest.

“The Don wants to see you,” his deep voice echoed through the wooden door.

My heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I wondered if I’d done something wrong again. Maybe Yasmin had reported me. Maybe Lucian found out about something I didn’t even know I did. My stomach tightened as I glanced toward the small mirror hanging beside the bed. My reflection looked tired — dark circles, slightly pale lips, and a hint of fear that refused to leave my eyes no matter how hard I tried to suppress it.

Lucian always had a way of shaking me without even being in the same room.

I inhaled, straightened my uniform, and followed Andrew. He didn’t speak; he never did unless necessary. The corridor was silent except for our footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor. The lights were dim, casting shadows that danced along the walls like ghosts. It felt like walking into the lion’s den — again.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked wh
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