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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The calm before the storm

ผู้เขียน: Q.Monroe
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Ariella didn’t know when the silence had become heavy enough to feel like a weight on her ribs, but it settled there now, pressing, tightening. The air inside the estate felt different after Rafael’s warning. Every shadow looked like it was hiding a message. Every sound felt like it carried a threat.

Lucien noticed it too.

He kept watching the windows, the halls, the doors, every detail he would normally overlook. His instincts had sharpened around her, shaping into something fierce and unspoken. Ariella felt it in the way he walked slightly ahead of her, in the way his hand brushed hers just long enough to pull her back if anything moved too fast.

They weren’t fighting a single enemy anymore.

They were walking inside a maze built years before either of them realized they were trapped in it.

Rafael remained quiet as they returned to the main hall. His face carried a seriousness Ariella had never seen on him, like he was holding something back, something that didn’t belong to the prese
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  • Married to My Father's Killer   Chapter Seventy-Eight: The calm before the storm

    Ariella didn’t know when the silence had become heavy enough to feel like a weight on her ribs, but it settled there now, pressing, tightening. The air inside the estate felt different after Rafael’s warning. Every shadow looked like it was hiding a message. Every sound felt like it carried a threat.Lucien noticed it too.He kept watching the windows, the halls, the doors, every detail he would normally overlook. His instincts had sharpened around her, shaping into something fierce and unspoken. Ariella felt it in the way he walked slightly ahead of her, in the way his hand brushed hers just long enough to pull her back if anything moved too fast.They weren’t fighting a single enemy anymore.They were walking inside a maze built years before either of them realized they were trapped in it.Rafael remained quiet as they returned to the main hall. His face carried a seriousness Ariella had never seen on him, like he was holding something back, something that didn’t belong to the prese

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