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Chapter Fifty: The Auction

Author: Erym
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 18:31:27

Valerio's POV

The black tie feels like it’s strangling me. I’ve adjusted it several times, yet I can’t seem to breathe.

I stand in front of the mirror in my penthouse, adjusting the cufflinks for the third time. An impeccable suit tailored perfectly, great watch, the man staring back at me looks like he has everything under control.

Business-related, yes, but emotional and relationship-wise, definitely nothing good to write home about.

I replay yesterday in my head. Her coldness and her words
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