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threads of betrayal.(chapt.14)

Author: Stone
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-01 05:08:15

Alessia's POV

The room was chill—chillier than it had any business being, as if the air itself had been frozen in time. Dust shrouded everything in the secret room behind the bookshelf, but what made me uneasy wasn't the silence. It was the feeling that this room had been waiting for me.

One overhead light came to life as I switched it on. My breath was caught in my throat.

There were boxes—marked and unmarked. Folders stacked high as a mountain.

I moved to a little side table cluttered with personal effects—her old watch, a notebook, and a crumpled photograph. My heart jumped. It was a picture of one of our family reunions, years before. But my eyes caught something out of the ordinary. In the background, partly concealed, stood a fuzzy figure.

My fingers curled up. Matteo. My supposedly dead ex. In the backdrop of a family gathering I could not recall ever seeing him at. He had not been my man back them. So why had he come?

I shivered.

My phone quivered with indignation in m
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