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Chapter 83: The Price of a Life
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2026-09-02 16:00:27Valentina POV
The drive from Palazzo Corsini to Santa Maria Nuova Hospital was a blur of red tail lights, screaming tires, and Marco’s white-knuckled hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned.He didn't say a word the entire way. He just drove like a man possessed, cutting through Florence’s narrow alleyways, running red lights, his breathing ragged and terrifyingly fast.The moment the car screeched to a halt in the emergency bay, Marco threw hi
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