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CHAPTER 33

Author: Flowervil
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-15 05:28:47

Nikolai Volkov

The morning sun had no right to shine as brightly as it did.

It poured into the penthouse like liquid gold, draping the marble floors and high ceilings in warmth that I didn’t feel. Alessia sat by the window, wrapped in a silk robe that was too pristine for how sharp her mood had been since she woke. Her hair was a cascade of dark waves over her shoulder, untouched since last night.

She didn’t look at me.

Coffee brewed in the background. The scent filled the room, but it didn’t mask the chill that had settled between us.

“You didn’t sleep,” I said, my voice low.

Alessia raised her cup to her lips without turning. “Didn’t know I had to report my sleep schedule to you now.”

The sarcasm was immediate. Cutting. Familiar, yet more pointed than usual.

I approached slowly, as if one wrong move would cause her to shatter.

“Was it the bed?” I asked. “Or the idea of waking up next to me?”

She glanced over her shoulder finally, eyes gleaming with something I didn’t like. “It was
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