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Chapter Eight : My husband's brother loves me

Author: Nathy Fiverr
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The roses had bloomed early this year. Their fragrance clung to the summer air, a sickly sweet contrast to the bitterness curling in Esmeralda's chest. She walked slowly through the De Luca estate garden, her heels clicking against the marble path as if each step needed to remind the world she belonged here.

She didn’t knock when she entered the sunroom. Madam De Luca was already there, seated like royalty with her teacup poised in one hand, her eyes trailing the headlines of an Italian fashion
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