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Author: Cersei L.
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-09 06:28:50
Lily’s POV.

Rain slammed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the legal firm’s thirty-fifth-floor office.

Outside, the city smeared into neon lights of gray and yellow. Inside, the office smelled like old paper, polished mahogany, and money.

Lots of money.

I sat in a leather armchair, my spine straight, fingers looped through the strap of my handbag.

Fun fact: despite growing up learning every rule of this world, Diego still hired media consultants to drill me on the parts I’d forgotten. How
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