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Breakfast at the Fortress

Author: Winnie El
last update publish date: 2026-05-07 17:18:16

The morning air in Monaco always tasted like salt and money, but today, it felt sharper. Brittle. Like if you raised your voice too loud, the very sky might crack.

Damien had suggested the breakfast yesterday. It wasn't an olive branch. Not even close. It was a power play, a way to drag Marcus back into the fold just long enough to show him he didn't fit there anymore.

He wanted to assert dominance, to lay down the new laws of the house before the wedding bells made it legal. And Diane? She di
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