The hum of the black helicopter’s blades felt like a physical weight pressing against the villa, the air outside was a chaotic swirl of sand and hibiscus petals, but inside the master suite, the silence was absolute and suffocating. Verina stared at Silas, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, his face was a mask of pale, etched stone, his hand still gripped the glowing violet invitation as if it were a live wire. The words from the intercom continued to echo in the room, “I didn’t choose you, they chose you for me,” and in that moment, the entire foundation of their marriage, the blood, the passion, the shared secrets, felt like it was dissolving into a meticulously planned illusion."Tell me he’s lying, Silas," Verina whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing roar of the engines outside, she stepped toward him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, but he flinched, a sharp, jagged movement that felt like a slap. He finally looked at her, and the dark
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