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CHAPTER 10

Author: Flowervil
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Nikolai Volkov

The skyline of Los Angeles glittered in the distance like a carefully crafted illusion—pretty, hollow, and deceiving. I stood by the window in my office on the top floor of Volkov Industries, sipping my coffee while the city sprawled beneath me like a submissive servant, unaware of the wars waged in silence within its heart.

It was barely nine in the morning, and I had already handled a customs delay in Bulgaria, shut down a laundering scheme gone rogue in Prague, and responded to two encrypted messages from my ukranian contacts regarding a potential arms deal.

But my mind wasn’t on any of that.

It was on HER.

Alessia.

Even now, as I stood surrounded by glass, steel, and power, a part of me itched to know if she’d woken up yet. If she’d pushed the duvet off like she did every morning. If she’d found the black velvet box I’d left on her vanity, containing the sapphire necklace that once belonged to my mother. A silent gift. A peace offering. A chain, maybe.

I didn’t know
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