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Chapter 26 - Château du Sailhant

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Valentina’s POV

The Ricchezza beach house was still draped in the quiet hush of morning.

I had spent the last hours pressed into Raffaele’s warmth, my cheek rising and falling with the rhythm of his heart beat as I watched him sleep.

Only the faint whisper of silk separated our bodies.

I had been tangled up in Raffaele’s embrace, pressed close to the familiar shape of him that I so reluctantly missed, with his arms wrapped around me.

The early light spilled through the curtains in soft peach and gold, brushing across the curve of his beautiful face, gilding the hard lines of his chest.

First, I slipped into the outfit I’d laid out the night before—pressed navy silk trousers and a pale blue blouse with a delicate gold clasp at the collar.

Sleek flats waited by the door, and I tucked my oversized sunglasses beside them.

Then, moving quickly, I began to pack the rest.

Beneath layers of carefully arranged clothing, I slid in the things Raffaele mustn’t see—items meant for something a li
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