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Chapter 98: The Price of Redemption
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2026-09-14 16:00:48POV: Carmela
I observed Valentina from across my mahogany desk with the clinical detachment of a surgeon measuring an incision.
She stood before me, trembling in her damp coat, her breathing shallow and ragged. She was transparent—every fear, every raw emotion written across her face like an open ledger. This girl was not built for the dark ecosystem of the Ricci empire. She operated on
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