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CHAPTER 28: THE SOFIA RESTITUTION

Author: Kene Smart
last update publish date: 2026-03-08 04:07:40

ISLA'S POV

The penthouse feels less like a home and more like a crime scene.

Security personnel in tactical gear stand at every entrance, their presence jarring against the minimalist luxury. Evidence bags sit on the dining table where we used to eat breakfast. The living room—the space where we sat across from each other, unaware that cameras were blinking in the dark—now feels violated.

It isn’t a fortress anymore. It’s a compromised box of glass and steel.

Marco sits in one of the cream leat
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