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Chapter 13: Sanctum
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2025-08-18 17:30:59The penthouse was a fortress veiled in elegance. Ava stepped into the living area that evening, her gaze catching on Marcus’s latest play: three boxes on the low marble table, each a calculated move.
Black orchids, petals soft as whispered threats, spilled from the first. A crimson silk gown, fluid as spilled blood, lay in the second. The third held a first-edition Gray's Anatomy, its leather cover heavy with her past.
Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline.
His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine.
He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash.
“He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian
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