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Chapter Thirty-Five : The Lie

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(Isabella’s POV)

The bubble of peace we had found at the beach house popped the moment our car re-entered the city. We returned to the penthouse, to the war room, and to the heavy weight of our reality. While Alessandro was immediately consumed by meetings, a new, restless energy coursed through me. I was desperate to contribute more, to speed up the hunt.

I knew he was focusing on Viktor and the Albanian syndicate. But Vittorio Bianchi moved in circles Alessandro’s underworld contacts co
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