The Billionaire's Hidden Vows
In her small hands, she held a silver chain that glinted shyly in the firelight.
“Close your eyes, Mama,” Mira-Eve whispered, her tone secretive, reverent—like a priestess at an altar.
Savannah obeyed. Her lips trembled with a half-smile, but her chest swelled with a fullness she couldn’t contain. Warm fingers brushed her collarbone, careful and deliberate, before the cool kiss of metal slid into place against her skin.
“Now,” Mira-Eve murmured, “open.”
Savannah looked down. Resting against her chest was a pendant—simple, handcrafted, yet luminous with meaning. Etched across it in uneven but unmistakable strokes were the words:
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