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Chapter twenty six

Author: Lily Grayson
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Sophie’s POV

The north-facing penthouse suite had always been locked.

Not just locked ‘sealed’. Like a relic in a museum, like a secret too dangerous to speak aloud. I had passed by its sleek, black door a hundred times, never daring to touch the handle, never daring to wonder what lay beyond.

And then, that morning, Damien handed me the key.

His fingers were warm, his knuckles brushing my palm with deliberate slowness, as if he wanted me to memorize the weight of the metal, the way it sat in my hand like a promise or a sentence.

"Open it," he said, his voice low, roughened by the early hour.

I hesitated for a moment.

Damien didn’t give gifts. He gave ‘transactions’. Every kindness had a price, every favor a debt. And yet, there was something in his gaze something that made my pulse stutter in warning.

The key turned with a soft “click”.

The door swung open.

And my breath stopped.

Sunlight.

That was the first thing I noticed blinding, golden, streaming through f
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