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Chapter Sixty

Penulis: Delancyquin
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Mira’s P.O.V

The mansion had never felt so suffocating. Its marble halls gleamed under the evening lights, but instead of comfort, all I felt was a crawling unease. Every shadow seemed heavier, as if the walls themselves held secrets I was never meant to uncover.

And then, there she was.

Caroline Navarro.

She stood by the grand staircase as though she owned the place, her body wrapped in elegance...black silk that hugged her figure, diamonds winking at her ears, her lips painted in that cruel shade of crimson. She didn’t belong here, not in Luca’s home, not in his world anymore… and yet she stood there with the confidence of a queen.

Her eyes landed on me, cold and assessing, and for a moment I felt stripped bare.

“Mrs. De Silva,” she said smoothly, her voice like velvet hiding the sharpness of a knife. “Finally, we meet properly.”

I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my feet betrayed me, locked in place.

“What are you doing here?” My voice was steadier than I ex
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