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CHAPTER 147: VLAD'S HIDEOUS PLAN
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2025-11-12 23:00:37TRISTAN'S POV
The backhand slap was delivered with brutal, menacing force. My head snapped to the side, the world dissolving into a ringing white noise. The skin on my cheek blazed, the taste of copper flooding my mouth. I gasped, fighting the dizzying inertia of the blow.Vlad, still wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, leaned in, breathing hard.“That’s all you are, isn’t it?” he panted, his voice laced with triumph and venom. “A little bitch who thinks his rich owner will protect him. You are nothing to Giovanni. Nothing but a temporary plaything, good for a night or two of distraction, maybe a pretty wedding suit.”He lowered his voice, savoring the cruelty. “And right now, at this very moment, with the pressure I’ve put him under? He’s probably not rushing for your delicate little rescue. He’s probably fucking some disposable whore to bend his frustration. That’s what men like him do.”“No!” The denial ripped from my throat, raw and loud
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