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Chapter 82: Aurora?

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The elevator doors closed on the most pivotal moment of Aurora Vale’s life, sealing her inside the descending steel box with the man she had spent five years running from.

But this time, the air wasn't heavy with fear. It was charged with something new. Something dangerous.

A partnership.

Liam stood next to her. He wasn't invading her space. He wasn't looming. He was simply... there. A solid, warm, quiet presence that felt less like a threat and more like a gravitational pull.

He didn't speak.
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