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Chapter 114: The honeymoon

Leah Al
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 03.04.2026 02:44:20
*Aria’s POV*

The private jet touched down in Geneva just as the Alpine dawn began to bleed purple and gold across the horizon. From there, a helicopter waited – whisking us away from the civilization of the city, climbing higher and higher into the jagged teeth of the Swiss Alps.

The transition was jarring but cleansing. One moment, we were in a world of concrete and stress; the next, we were suspended in a crystalline silence, flying over peaks that looked like frozen waves.

The chalet was nest
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