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Chapter 144 – Olive branches

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-23 05:46:48

Vittorio POV at his mansion

The glass shattered beneath me

The music hadn’t even stopped ringing in my ears when my head started pounding.

She was back. Fiorella.

I watched her for a second and my head filled with all the things I thought I’d buried.

My first thought was not how to kiss her or kill her. My first thought was this: How the hell did I miss this?

I’d built an army to watch every corner of my life. Ghost had men on the gates, cameras in the drapes, trackers sewn into coats.

I had money planted in everyone’s pockets. I had the map tucked and safe. But the art relic we used as leverage with the French minister was gone now, Pietro coming back broken, Luce missing.

That was one loss. The other? Without the relic, I’d lost the bait to track the bastard who wanted it so badly. And I still didn’t know how the relic connected to the birthmark on Katarina’s skin — tied to the curse whispered to claim one of our lives.

And in the middle of that, Fiorella walked back into my hou
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