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Chapter 132: More than a pawn
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The Heinrich estate was quiet, its sprawling halls unnervingly still as Odessa sat in her private study, a cigarette perched delicately between her fingers. The ash threatened to fall, but she didn’t care. Her mind was consumed by one thing: Rosella.For a week, she had watched Marcus spiral further into obsession. He wasn’t himself, agitated, distracted, and worst of all, he didn’t seem to listen to her anymore. Rosella was a poison, and Odessa knew what had to be done.She stubbed out the cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke. A cold, calculated smile spread across her lips as she dialed a number on her secure phone. The voice on the other end greeted her with a gruff tone, but she didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“I need it done,” she said simply. “No loose ends. Make it look like an accident.”The voice hesitated. “And Marcus?”Odessa’s smile faded. “He doesn’t need to know. Just follow my orders.”She hung up, leaning back in her chair. By the time the week was over, Rosella w
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