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46. A Truth Worth Hiding
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2025-03-29 22:00:27The city was alive below them, a sea of shimmering lights stretching beyond the penthouse windows. The skyline was breathtaking, but Amelia barely noticed it. Her mind was consumed by one thought, one truth Adrian refused to share.
Adrian had secrets — deep, buried truths that he refused to share. He knew her before they ever met. And now, she was done waiting for answers.
She set her wine glass down, turning toward Adrian, who was seated across from her, his storm gray eyes flickering over the rim of his own drink. He was watching her, the way he always did like he was reading her thoughts before she even spoke them.
She hated how much he owned her, not just in bed, but in every single way that mattered.
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