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Chapter 70: The Truth in the Lies

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-27 11:40:15

Ricardo’s POV

I can’t stand it.

The sound of her sobbing kills me, and for once I don’t know whether I want to kill it or cradle it. I pace the room, fighting myself, and then, fuck it, I leave.

I leave the room, slamming the door behind me with a force that rattles the frames. I go downstairs, not to escape her, but to escape the feeling she’s making me feel.

I stalk down the stairs step by step. I need a drink. Something to burn through the noise in my head. Something to turn my blood to fire instead of ice.

In the lounge, I take a bottle of brandy and pour heavy into a glass cup. I throw everything back all at once and the liquor scalds my throat.

I pour again. Then again. And again. I just needed a drink. But one drink turns into four, and four into an empty bottle. My hand shakes when I set the glass down. And my head pounds.

I can still hear her cries.

“Fuck!” I yell, throwing the glass cup at the wall. It shatters, and the sound catches the attention of one of my security outsi
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