KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
This wasn't just a gift; it was a treasure hunt, an elaborate game designed just for me.
Each clue led to another, a breadcrumb trail of wonder. Each step leading me toward something— someone. I was led through hushed corridors, past ornate tapestries, and down marble staircases, each turn revealing another carefully placed card, another tantalizing hint. I followed them like a trail of secrets, my pulse drumming in my ears. Each clue I found led me to another— behind a framed painting, beneath a side table, inside a flower vase. Every note was playful, poetic, and intoxicatingly mysterious. I collected seventeen roses and envelopes.
The eighteenth card, tucked beneath a glistening statue o
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