Velvet Chains
She was not the dressing room girl who once banished Valerio from her life.
She was his queen now.
They entered the entrance hall on false names. Marble pillars, velvet curtains, champagne and lies. Designer-suited men, diamond-studded women. But underneath glamour lurked the rot—money, murder, power.
Falco paced on the platform, smiling like a man who was unstoppable.
He never foresaw.
Valerio walked through the crowd as if he was death—slowing, governed, unstoppable. By the time Falco fixed his eyes on him, the color had drained from his face.
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