Lysander Harrison’s POVVroom!The roar of my customized Maybach’s engine vibrated through the narrow, concrete walls of the rundown neighborhood. Behind us, two heavy, pitch-black SUVs carrying my elite security personnel trailed closely, kicking up dust and turning the heads of every bystander on the street.I leaned back against the plush leather seat, my long legs crossed, staring coldly out the tinted window. The area was cramped, chaotic, and utterly miserable—overhead wires tangling like webs, flooded potholes, and makeshift houses crammed right next to each other.So this is where she lives.It grated on my nerves. The thought of Celestine Vane—the woman whose soft, warm body I held in my arms just hours ago—living in a place like this made a dark, uncomfortable tightness swell in my chest."Sir, we have arrived at the target location," Gabriel announced smoothly from the front passenger seat as the vehicle ground to a h
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