Chapter 132|| VALERIA's POV ||The cold Russian wind whipped against my face as I stepped out of the car. I pulled my coat tighter around me, but the chill that sank into my bones had nothing to do with the weather. It was the sight before me — my father, Daniel Volkoff, standing with his men, waiting for me as if I were nothing but a delivery. His black coat fluttered against the snow, his face carved from stone, unreadable. Around him, the Bravta soldiers stood in a silent, imposing circle.Prince Leonard stepped around the car and offered me his hand. I took it briefly, more out of formality than need, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was it. I was back.Leonard turned to my father and bowed respectfully. "Daniel Volkoff," he greeted smoothly. "As promised, your daughter, safe and unharmed."Daniel gave a small, grim smile, the kind that didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said, his voice low and heavy with unspoken meaning. "Your debt to the Volkoff fami
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