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Chapter 10: The Revelation
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The sound in her earpiece crackled softly as Cristy’s voice came through, low and clipped.“Amara, Ayah and Dina are looking for you. They’re heading your way.”Amara blinked once, her fingers brushing the hem of her silk dress as if she’d just woken from a dream. The night air around the garden terrace was cooler now, scented faintly with lemon blossoms and expensive perfume drifting in from the open ballroom doors. Fairy lights glittered overhead, strung like constellations, and laughter echoed in bursts from inside polished, practiced, a ballroom full of people pretending they weren’t hunting each other with smiles.She didn’t wait for Zogo to speak. Not for a word, not for a breath. She simply turned on her heel and walked back toward the glow of the party, letting the noise swallow her again.Letting him sit in the storm she’d left behind.Inside, the ballroom pulled with orchestrated elegance. Gold-rimmed glasses clinked, violins hummed under soft conversation, and chandeliers c
When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 10: The Revelation
The hallway outside the powder room was lined with velvet-draped walls and chandeliers that cast golden shadows against the polished marble floors. The kind of place is designed for elegance and whispers not confrontations.Zogo leaned against the wall, half-shadowed beneath a crystal sconce. He looked like a man waiting for nothing, bored and distant, but every muscle in his body was alert. Watching. Calculating.His security was gone…dismissed quietly a few minutes ago under the guise of privacy. No one saw. No one noticed. Just as he intended.He’d learned long ago that silence was a weapon, and patience was its twin.Then… she stepped out.Amara Musk.Hair cascading down in lazy waves, heels clicking softly as she adjusted the strap like it was a nuisance, but Zogo could see the tremor in her fingers from across the corridor. Not fear. Not quite. It was something heavier like a secret trying to claw its way out of her chest.She held a peppermint in her hand. Useless. A stall tact
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