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One Hundred and Eight
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2026-08-02 05:00:17By sunrise, the world knew I was marrying Luca Moretti.
Not the careful version.
Not the one his public relations team would have written with elegant spacing, approved phrasing, and just enough emotion to make people believe a billionaire still had a heart without suggesting he might do something inconvenient with it.
No.
The world found out through a photograph.
A private one.
A stolen one.
Luca and me in the glass corridor outside the execut
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