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Ch 13

Author: Namiko Aris
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 14:04:59

Rue’s POV

The gunshot shattered everything. Everything I was about to give up to that handsome, devilish man.

It rang out so violently it echoed in my chest, reverberating like thunder behind my ribs. My breath caught. When Alessandro’s entire body shifted in an instant, and his controlled tension snapped into something more primal, I knew it was dangerous.

He moved in front of me without hesitation, drawing a sleek black pistol from beneath his jacket. His voice was sharp, low.

“Don’t move.” He had said before he was gone and I know better than to disobey him this time.

He didn't go through the front door of the study or back the way he came. He turned toward the back wall, toward that hidden panel I had uncovered only hours before, and disappeared into it like smoke

When the secret door sealed behind him with a soft click, I was alone again.

The silence stretched until it felt like a scream pressed to my ears. I stared at the space he had vanished into, pulse thudding so hard I co
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