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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five: Secrets Between Us

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, brushing pale gold across the room. Emilia stirred, eyelids heavy, the lingering warmth of Lucien’s body pressed against her back a tether she didn’t want to release. For a moment, she allowed herself to breathe, to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through the long night, grounding her in a way she hadn’t realized she’d craved.

Then the reality of her secret coiled in her chest, tightening with every heartbeat.

Lucien shifted beside her, his arm tightening instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re awake,” he murmured, low and intimate, as if speaking louder might shatter the fragile calm of the morning.

“I am,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

His lips brushed against her temple, then lingered along the curve of her cheek. “You slept well?”

Emilia hesitated. The question was simple, ordinary, but the weight behind it made her stomach twist. She wanted to lie, to say yes and bask in the safety of
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In this chapter, we explore the quiet, intimate moments that follow chaos, the fragile calm of morning after a night of tension. Emilia and Lucien are physically close, emotionally tethered, but the weight of secrets and betrayal still looms.

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