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Chapter 25: The Red Queen's Wrath

Author: Tassi Blake
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-31 08:09:43

The sound of shattering crystal was the only thing that felt right.

The Lalique vase, a gift from a Parisian admirer worth more than a luxury sedan, exploded against the far marble wall of the penthouse.

Shards of glass rained down onto the black lacquer floor like frozen tears.

Katarina Rostova didn’t watch it fall. She was already moving, a whirlwind of torn silk and volcanic rage.

Her suite, usually a testament to opulent, blood-red control, was now a warzone.

An overturned table bled champagne onto a Persian rug. A gold-leafed mirror was cracked from the impact of a thrown stiletto.

This was her sanctuary. Her throne room. And it felt like a cage.

Her breath came in ragged hisses. She stalked the room, every muscle coiled tight.

He had humiliated her. Him. Damian. He had chosen that little gutter-rat, that dvornyazhka, over her. In public. In front of everyone. He had called their alliance, her future, unprofitable.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot up her arm. She stopped, glaring dow
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