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Emeralds And Lies

Author: Talia .E.
last update publish date: 2026-02-28 19:52:18

POV: Clara

Victor came back from his trip like a king returning from a conquest. He didn't come empty-handed, either. He sat me down in front of my vanity and pulled a velvet box from his coat pocket.

Inside was a sprawling emerald necklace that looked like a cluster of frozen green fire. It was heavy, way too heavy. When he fastened the clasp around my neck, the cold metal made me shiver.

"It suits you, Clara," Victor said, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "It shows everyone exactly who yo
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