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Chapter Seventy Five: I need Some Air

Author: Lia Voss
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 23:55:26

Elena

I did not respond. I wanted to, but I couldn't. The words were stuck in my throat, choked by the shock of her presence.

The woman walked closer to me. Her heels clicked on the marble floor, each step deliberate and confident. She stopped in front of me, her sharp eyes scanning my face, my dress, my bare feet. I felt like I was being measured. Judged. Found wanting.

"Who are you?" she asked again. Her voice was cold and sharp, like a blade.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

Who could ha
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    AlessandroWeeks had passed. Months. And still no sign of her.My men had searched every corner of Italy. They had turned over every stone. They had questioned everyone who might have seen anything. But nothing. She had vanished like smoke.My men advised me to give up. They came to me one by one, their faces tired and defeated, and they told me it was hopeless."Pakhan," one of them said, "we have searched everywhere. She is gone. We cannot find her.""Then search harder," I said."There is nowhere left to search.""Then find somewhere!"They left with their tails between their legs.Even Lucas advised me to give up. He came to my study, his face calm, his eyes steady. "Alessandro," he said, "you need to stop.""I need to find her.""She does not want to be found. She ran for a reason. Let her go."I slammed my fist on the desk. "I cannot let her go! She is my wife! She is my property! She is mine!""She was never yours, Alessandro. You bought her body, but you never had her heart. A

  • The Devil's Possession    Chapter Seventy Five: I need Some Air

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