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Artemis and Allie on the Move
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**The tension in the room was suffocating.** Luca Marconi’s sinister smile never faltered as he pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Klarisse’s temple. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes stared into Artemis’, silently pleading for him to do something. But Artemis couldn’t move. Neither could Allie. **Every second counted.** The air was thick with danger, the weight of Klarisse’s life hanging by a thread. **“One wrong move,”** Luca taunted, his grip on the gun tightening, **“and she dies.”** **Then it happened.** A distant noise echoed through the villa. **Footsteps.** Rapid. Urgent. They weren’t alone anymore. **“What the hell—”** Luca’s smirk faded for a moment. The sound grew louder. **A storm was coming.** **“KLARISSE!”** The voice was unmistakable. **Alex.** **The world stopped.** **“Alex?”** Klarisse’s hoarse whisper echoed through the silent room as her tear-filled eyes darted toward the source of the voice. **“No…”** Artemis muttered under his breath, his h
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**Time stood still.** The sound of the gunshot echoed through the vast, dimly lit room. **A shocking silence…** **Allie’s hands trembled.** The recoil of the gun vibrated through her arm, but she barely felt it. **Her mind had gone blank.** Her vision tunneled, focusing only on one thing—**Luca Marconi.** **Luca’s face…** The smug, arrogant grin that had been plastered across his face moments before was gone. **Replaced by sheer shock.** **“You…”** Luca’s voice came out in a raspy, disbelieving whisper as he staggered back. His hand instinctively reached for the bullet wound in his chest, blood seeping through his expensive suit. **“Allie…”** **But Allie didn’t hear him.** Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears that everything else was drowned out. **“You devil!”** Her voice trembled, but her grip on the gun remained steady. **“You ruined everything!”** **Luca collapsed.** His body crumpled to the floor, the sound echoing in the vast emp
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