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CHAPTER 48

Author: Ehimen isabella
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-07 20:44:58

The Paris skyline had barely woken, washed in a bone-gray light as Ximena stood barefoot by the window of her hotel suite.

She was still wearing her silk robe from the night before, but the only warmth in the room came from the coffee cooling beside her.

The photograph lay on the table.

Miguel. Across from her. The rooftop restaurant. Her chin tilted just enough to look like she was listening. His eyes locked on her like he still hadn’t learned how to blink around her. Someone had caught the moment perfectly—too perfectly.

And under the photo, a handwritten note in familiar ink:

**He’s already closer to your destruction than you think.**

Her thumb brushed the edge of the envelope. It had been delivered quietly—“from a gentleman,” the hotel clerk had said. She didn’t have to guess who.

Her phone buzzed. A secure notification. **Marco.**

She answered immediately. “Talk.”

“I found your intern,” Marco said, voice low and gruff. “Bruno Estevez. He accessed your Crimson Core vault two year
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