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The Mysterious Letter 

Auteur: Orinabhankz
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-09 14:57:05

ARYA’S POV

I woke to an empty bed and a hollow feeling in my chest that I refused to acknowledge.

What had I been expecting? That Giovanni would still be there, holding me like he had last night?

I swallowed hard against the hurt that threatened to surface and climbed down from the massive bed, my feet hitting the cool floor.

The bathroom was a welcome distraction. I turned the shower as hot as I could stand it, letting the water wash away the confusion of the night before.

By the time I drie
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