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Chapter 111 – Grandfather’s Approval

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Raffaele’s POV

The shed was barely more than a wooden box pressed against the jungle. A kerosene lamp flickered on the nightstand, casting soft amber light that made the sweat on Valentina’s skin glow.

At least it was I who made her sweaty, I thought and smirked.

Outside, cicadas played their cricketing music. The heat and darkness were thick. The scent of damp soil and old wood mixed with her vanilla-coconut perfume.

Swear to God, she’d wear perfume to her own funeral. So intoxicating it should be illegal.

Somewhere in the trees, the jaguar howled—far off, but close enough to remind us this place wasn’t safe.

I laid with Valentina in my arms, her jet-black hair tangled and damp, cascading down her back.

I ran my fingers through the strands, savoring the weight of her against me. She fit so perfectly there—pressed to my chest like she belonged nowhere else.

“I love you, Mrs. Ricchezza,” I murmured, kissing her forehead.

She answered with a kiss on my lips—soft, like a
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