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Chapter 9

Auteur: Kamsi Ugo
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-05-19 01:34:43
The chandeliers sparkled like crystal stars above him, but Vladimir barely noticed them. His eyes were on something else, or rather someone else.

Ayala.

She looked splendid. She really got the message when I said; “Dress appropriately “.

His gaze shifted from her and fixed across the ballroom, through the shifting crowd of designers, CEOs, oil heirs, and power-hungry trust fund kids.

His jaw locked when he spotted her again—Ayala. But this time not alone. She had company.Standing too close, laughing too freely. With him.

Alexei.

Vladimir gripped the glass of scotch in his hand tighter, the cut glass imprinting faint lines into his palm. He hadn’t realized his expression had hardened until Irina stepped closer, gently brushing her fingers over his sleeve.

“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” she said with a dry smile, raising a well-groomed brow. “Though I’m guessing that someone is your cousin.” Irina said. She understood how sour the relationship withhis cousin had turned.
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