RomanThe house was warm when I walked in, the low hum of conversation drifting from the dining room. The scent of pasta and garlic butter filled the air — something homey, easy.I handed the shopping bags to Mara, the head maid, murmuring, “Put those in the living room for now.” She nodded and disappeared down the hall.When I turned, I saw them. Ava and Noelle sat across from each other, plates half-full, laughter soft between them. For a second, it looked like something out of a picture — two women who could make even silence look alive.“Good evening, ladies,” I said, walking closer.Noelle was the first to look up. “Mr. King,” she greeted, smiling like she already knew I’d been watching them.Ava glanced up next, her tone quiet. “Hi.”I went to her side and leaned down, brushing my lips against hers.She flinched — barely, but enough. “You don’t have to pretend,” she murmured under her breath. “Noelle knows the truth.”I straightened, half-smiling. “Of course she does,” I said li
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