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The heist
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2026-08-18 14:40:00Viktor pov.
A week had passed since Isabella stormed into my villa, her arrival shattering the fragile peace I’d carved out with Anya.I didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on it, though her meddling still grated on my nerves. Time was never on my side.The room was dimly lit, save for the glow of the single pendant lamp above the long oak table. Maps, blueprints, and a meticulous list of names lay scattered across its surface, alongside a tray of untouched vodka gla
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