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Chapter 25

Author: Daisy Jolliffe
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-26 04:41:40

The bedroom was pitch dark and terrifying, a slight hum of the open world outside, forever out of reach. Her breathing came sharp, uneven, her fingers gripping the sheets like she was still falling.

It was just a dream.

But it felt like a warning.

Throwing back the covers, Mia stumbled to her feet and padded silently into the bathroom. She turned the shower on without thinking, twisting the knob toward almost scalding heat as if that could burn the ghost of that life off her skin.

Her dream wasn’t just wishful thinking. It was cruel. Because deep down she wanted it—and she knew damn well that kind of happy ending didn’t exist for people like her.

Not with a man like Axel Morino.

She stepped under the spray, closing her eyes, letting the heat wash over her as her thoughts spiralled.

Tonight. The masked ball. The official naming of Axel as head of the Morino crime family. The wolves in tailored suits would be circling, old blood watching from behind silk masks, eager to t
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