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Chapter 46 — Stolen Starlight on the Deck

Penulis: J. Cross
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-14 22:10:01

Seb

The salt wind on the open ocean was freezing, but my blood was a roaring furnace.

I stood in the shadows of the lower corridor on Alejandro Vance’s mega-yacht, watching the narrow wooden stairs.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast. Up on the main deck, the violin music swelled, drowned out only by Alessandra’s high, drunken laughter as she downed glass after glass of vintage champagne with Don Bernardo’s lieutenants.

She didn't notice when I slipped away into the dark. Sh
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