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Chapter 70

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 02:08:28

Luca made it all the way to the eastern wing before the obsession overtook him completely.

He slowed at the long gallery hallway that overlooked the interior courtyard. Marble statues lined the wall like silent witnesses. Outside, the last pink threads of sunset were fading behind glass.

And then...

A shape. Moving past the other side of the gallery. A dark figure just barely visible through the arch.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Crisp black suit.

Luca’s heart stopped.

Him.

It had to be.

He took off down the hallway before he could think. His steps echoed off the polished floors like warning shots.

He rounded the corner.

But...

The corridor was empty.

Only a brief shuffle of footsteps vanishing into the stairwell beyond.

Luca froze at the top of the landing, breath ragged.

The echo faded.

He stood there, hand braced on the cold marble banister, feeling completely unhinged.

Like a man chasing a memory that kept slipping between his fingers.

And maybe that’s what Asher had become, not a pers
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