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Chapter 8: Secrets Across the Table
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2026-10-25 17:17:06
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The café was bathed in the warm, amber glow of Edison bulbs, a sharp contrast to the cold, sterile glass towers outside. It smelled of roasted hazelnut and damp rain, the faint patter of an afternoon drizzle tapping against the large plate-glass windows. Mariana pushed open the door, her eyes scanning the quiet room. Most of the booths were empty, save for a lone figure sitting in the far corner booth half-hidden behind a towering snake plant. As she walked closer, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, the figure shifted. A sleek, manicured hand lifted a ceramic teacup. Sitting across the small marble table was a woman who looked like she had stepped straight out of a glossy fashion magazine. Impeccable cream-colored blazer, sharp facial features, and eyes as cold and calculating as a boardroom shark. Bianca Villafuerte. Mariana’s steps slowed to a halt. The high-society socialite and corporate board member who viewed Alex not just as a business rival, but as her pe
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