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Chapter Thirty-Five : The Lie

Author: Zainab
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-08 21:20:52

(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 couldn't easily penetrate the world of high-end art auctions and private collections. My world.

On a reckless impulse, I used a burner phone to call an old contact in New York, a curator named Julian. I kept the request vague, asking him to discreetly look into any associations connected to Bianchi’s private holding company. I told myself it was a harmless inquiry. I didn't tell Alessandro. It was a lie of omission, but the lie felt heavy the moment the call ended.

It didn't take long for the
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