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Chapter 42

Penulis: Raven Sanz
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ADELINA

The room was dim, the curtains drawn, the air heavy with silence. Giovanni sat across from me, his silver hair catching the faint light, his eyes sharp but unreadable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

I leaned forward, my voice low, deliberate.

“Luca has made a mistake.”

Giovanni’s gaze didn’t waver. He remained quiet, listening.

“He thinks Holly is special. He thinks she’s different. But she isn’t. She’s fragile. She doesn’t belong in this world. And because of him, she’s already suffered. The crash proved it. He’s putting her in danger.”

I paused, letting the words hang heavy.

“He doesn’t see it yet, but I do. Holly is his weakness. She makes him soft. She makes him vulnerable. And a Don cannot afford weakness.”

Giovanni’s silence was unnerving, but I pressed on.

“I should have been the one. I should have been his wife. I understand this life. I was raised in it. I know the rules, the shadows, the sacrifices. I wouldn’t break under the weight. I wouldn’t make him weak. I
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