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Chapter 100

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Lorenzo

I watched her walk away—again—with her fucking dress soaked in blood, and her goddamn hand still wrapped around another man’s arm like he was the goddamn hero in all this.

Marcus fucking DeLuca.

She didn’t even glance back at me. Didn’t give me the time of day. Not after the way she marched in here like a soldier fresh off the battlefield, tossed her plate together like she owned the kitchen, and threw my own fucking empire in my face in front of half the people I command.

And I?

I was just standing there—like some powerless, pathetic figurehead.

A king with no fucking kingdom.

The moment she disappeared upstairs, her bloodied dress swaying around her legs and her laughter echoing off the marble floors—light and unbothered—I sat back down in my chair and took a long, shaky breath.

It was the laughter that killed me most.

She was laughing. With him.

Like I wasn’t sitting here, heart pounding, stomach in knots, trying to pretend I hadn’t just watched the woman I love act like s
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