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Chapter Nine: Unconditional Surrender

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-31 23:41:51

(Alessandro’s POV)

The brush with death stripped away everything but the truth, there were no more roles to play, no more strategies to consider. There was only Isabella. Safe. Alive. In my home.

I lifted her into my arms, her body trembling against mine, and carried her from the living room, down the long marble hall, past the study with its half-finished painting, and into my bedroom. My sanctuary. The one place that was truly mine. And I was bringing her into its heart.

I laid her down on the cool silk sheets of my bed with a reverence that bordered on worship. The city lights twinkled outside the panoramic window, a silent, glittering audience to our surrender.

The passion that followed was not the fiery, combative clash of our first kiss. It was a slow, deliberate act of healing. It was a desperate, profound need to affirm life, to erase the chilling touch of death with the heat of our bodies. My hands, which could sign death warrants and wield weapons with lethal grace
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