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Chapter 53: The Cemetery Trap

Author: babymo1909
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 21:35:21

On the other side of the city, behind tall iron gates and old stone walls covered with ivy, Page Villa stood quiet in the night. From the outside, the mansion looked peaceful, its windows glowing softly under the moonlight. But inside, the air felt cold and heavy.

The large chandeliers in the hall were dim. Long shadows stretched across the marble floor. The servants had already been sent away.

Tonight, no one else was allowed inside the house.

Damian stood beside the tall window, looking at th
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