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Daddy’s Reward

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-05-12 21:53:20

Eden’s POV

The bed was still warm with Luca’s scent, but the room was too quiet. Luca was out cold, his arm draped across the space where I’d been lying just moments before. I stood by the window, wrapped in a dark robe, looking out at the sprawling grounds of the mansion. The victory feast felt like a lifetime ago. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a cold, sharp hunger that sleep couldn't fix.

A soft knock at the door made me turn. It wasn't one of the brothers. It was a man I recognize
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