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Chapter 105: Beneath the Glitter

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The party raged on, but for Emilia, the glitter and music faded into the background as she stepped back into the ballroom. Her breath was uneven, and her eyes shimmered dangerously with unshed tears. The confrontation with Alissa had cut deeper than she expected, peeling away a wound she thought had already scarred over.

She spotted Dante near the far end of the room, speaking to a group of guests. The moment his eyes met hers, the rest of the world seemed to blur for him too. He excused himself without a word and strode toward her, every step measured and deliberate.

She reached him just as the tears began to pool in her eyes.

“I tried,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to look out for her, and now… she hates me, Dante.”

Dante didn’t speak. He simply pulled her close, one strong arm around her waist, the other gently smoothing her hair. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and she closed her eyes, letting herself feel the solid strength of him, the anchor in
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