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What are you hiding?
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2026-05-22 20:42:00Anya pov.
The game I played with Viktor was growing more dangerous by the day. Every move I made had to be calculated, my mask carefully held in place, or the cost would be Celine’s life. I sat silently by Viktor’s side as he met with his lieutenants in the grand dining room that doubled as his war room. You may think it was easy, the other soldiers had communicated with him with their faces that I shouldn't be there. But he was the Don. And he had th
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