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Chapter 10: The Desert Heat

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The cabin pressure dropped as the Vanquish II began its descent, but the tension inside the jet was high enough to shatter the reinforced glass.

For fourteen hours, Lila had played the role of the silent, perfect wife while Linda transformed the luxury aircraft into her personal stage. Linda had paraded up and down the aisle in a sheer robe, "accidentally" spilling wine just to lean over Adrian, and whispering "advice" that sounded more like a death sentence for Lila’s reputation.

But the momen
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