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Chapter 7: Her Traitorous Body Remembers
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2026-09-12 09:08:51
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The dismissal was complete. Adrian felt it, Dominic could see the way his cousin's shoulders tensed, the way Seline's hand found his under the table in what was probably meant to be reassurance but looked more like rescue.Victoria watched this exchange with the kind of attention that came from a woman who had learned early that she didn't have power, only the ability to observe it being wielded by others.***The rest of dinner proceeded with the careful choreography of a family that had learned to communicate through subtext and implication. Adrian made several more attempts to assert his superiority, mentioning his penthouse apartment, his engagement timeline, his plans for a "legacy"....and Dominic responded to each with the kind of casual acknowledgment that made it clear these things were amusing rather than threatening.By the time dessert arrived, Adrian had stopped trying entirely. He sat quietly, listening as his grandfather discussed business matters with Dominic, the kind
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The Pleasure Protocol Chapter 7: Her Traitorous Body Remembers
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