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Chapter Fifty-One: Lucian

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Lucian's POV

I never believe in love. It was a fabricated concept, created to fuel the delusions of people who have nothing better to do than chase feelings they can’t even define. That belief has been passed down through the Montgomery line like some sacred family recipe. My Great-grandfather preached it. My grandfather shaped it. Father was supposed to sharpen it and carry it with pride.

But no. The old fool had to turn into one of those sentimental imbeciles he used to mock. All because he f
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