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Chapter 138: Cuba Summer – Havana Heat

Author: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 13:31:35

The streets of Havana pulsed with life under the blazing Cuban summer sun. Classic cars cruised along the Malecón, salsa music spilled from open doorways, and the air was thick with the scent of salt water, cigars, and rum. The private rooftop villa overlooking the old city was a world of luxury — open terraces, infinity pool merging with the sea, and a king-sized bed that looked like it had been made for exactly this kind of night.

Rafael Santos, 42, stood at the railing in a tailored white li
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