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Chapter 9

Author: Shakirah
last update publish date: 2026-08-11 13:02:31

The misplaced Heiress

“I’m Altair.”

Miaelle looked him up and down. Aside from the perfectly tailored suit wrapped around him, she also noticed the watch peeking from beneath his sleeve. And his shoes seemed rather painfully expensive.

Wealth that didn’t need introductions because it assumed the room already knew who it was. Which was strange because she had no idea who he was.

And she should have. Elite circles weren’t that large. Especially not the circles Gabriell spent years trying t
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