The next day, I spent two hours stripping the primary suite down to bare concrete. Every silk dress, every piece of jewelry, and every ledger page detailing the shipping accounts I had built for him were packed into two scarred leather trunks. When I finished, the room held all the warmth of a freshly dug grave.Dragging the trunks toward the private elevator, the doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Nikolai.His eyes swept over the heavy luggage, an impatient, darkened edge settling over his sharp features."Maria," he said, his voice quiet, low, and dangerously controlled. "What is this?""I'm clearing out," I replied, my tone flat. "It’s not good for relationship morale if your Donna sees a ghost wandering your floor."He took a step forward, his boot heavy against the marble floor, and slammed his palm down onto the handle of my lead trunk, pinning it in place."There are no 'Donna' on this floor," he growled. "This is our sanctuary. I told you—no matter which women I see, n
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