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Seventy Six

Aвтор: Itohan
last update Последнее обновление: 2025-10-31 22:23:54
Julia's POV

I didn’t understand what Lucian meant by “come to my room later.”

The way he said it, so calm yet so unreadable, made my stomach twist. The entire conversation in his office had left me shaken — from the gunshots to his question about my father. “Who is your father?” kept replaying in my head like a broken record.

Now, walking through the long hall that led to the maids’ quarters, every sound echoed louder than usual. The maids’ laughter, the faint hum of the wind outside, even the distant sound of boots on the marble floor — they all pressed on me, reminding me of the tension that never left this mansion.

When I reached the small corridor that led to the quarters, I hesitated. Yasmin’s voice was audible from inside, sharp and commanding as always. She was laughing with some women — her usual circle of loyal minions. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open without knocking.

The laughter stopped.

All eyes turned to me.

Yasmin was seated at the center of
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