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Chapter 31 — Don's Future Wife

Auteur: J. Cross
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-02 21:39:16

Bela

THE SHARP, sudden knock on my bedroom door made me jump.

I was sitting by the wide window, looking out over the grey, rainy skyline of Milan, when the wooden panel rattled. I set my book down on the small side table and walked over to open it.

Lucia stood in the hallway. Her face was pale, and her fingers were tightly laced together over her black apron. She looked around the corridor as if she were afraid someone might be watching us from the shadows.

“Miss Bela,” Lucia said, her voice dr
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