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Chapter 9: The Fiancée

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-26 17:07:09

The cleaners have already scrubbed the blood from the patio. The bullet holes in the kitchen window are covered with plywood.

In the Vitale house, violence is just a spill to be wiped up.

I am in the drawing room. It is a space of dark leather, heavy velvet, and silence.

Aureliano stands by the fireplace. He looks pristine. Not a hair out of place. It is impossible to believe that hours ago, his house was under siege.

Ciro sits in the corner, nursing a whiskey. Spadino is sprawled on the sofa,
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