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Shadows In The Mansion

Penulis: Bless Faru
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-09-27 07:44:59

I had never realized how loud silence could be until I lived in Alexander’s mansion.

The walls were too pristine, the chandeliers too polished, the marble too cold. Even the staff moved like shadows—polite, efficient, and distant—leaving only the echo of my thoughts to fill the emptiness.

And lately, those thoughts had been consumed by him.

Alexander.

The man who was my husband, but not really my husband. My protector, but also my jailer. The man whose presence ignited a fire in me, and whose a
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