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Chapter 20

Penulis: Bunnykoo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-03 08:11:28

Third-Person: POV

Don Dario Vitiello sat behind his mahogany desk, the picture of a weary king burdened by his crown.

The study was dim, lit only by the green-shaded banker’s lamp and the dying embers of the fire.

Dante stood by the door, his hand on the brass handle.

“Go to her room,” Dario murmured, his voice low enough that it didn’t echo.

“I want her, reminded. She did well today with the jewelry performance, but the memory of fear fades quickly.”

“Ensure she does not forget the consequences of slipping out of character.”

Dante’s mouth curved into a sharp, cruel grin.

“Consider it done, Don Dario.”

He slipped out the side door, disappearing into the shadows of the hallway just as heavy footsteps approached the main entrance.

A moment later, Damon Volkov entered.

He filled the doorway, a monolith of black wool and silence.

He stopped precisely three paces from the desk, his hands clasped behind his back.

His face was unreadable, but the air around him was freezing.

“You requested a
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