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Chapter 52

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The line clicked. A low, amused chuckle spilled through the speaker. “Well, well. The great Roman Thorne. I was wondering how long it’d take for you to call.”

Roman’s tone dropped to gravel. “You’ve got five seconds to explain why you called my wife.”

“Oh, that,” Dante said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “Just checking in. Making sure she’s settling into her… new role.”

Roman’s nostrils flared. “If you have something to say, say it.”

“Fine.” A pause. Then Dante’s voice sharpened into steel. “You’re a fool if you trust her, Thorne.”

Elena’s blood ran cold, but her face didn’t move. She tilted her head slightly, eyes on Roman, her tone calm as silk. “Oh, this again.”

Roman shot her a brief look, brows narrowing.

“She’s not who you think she is,” Dante continued. “You think you married a Sinclair princess, but she’s something else entirely. Ask her where she was the night of the gala when Harrow dropped dead. Ask her what...”

“Wow,” Elena cut in, laughing softly. “Still bitter,
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