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Different From The Vault
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The neon-lit banner loomed over Genevieve, casting a provocative glow against the evening. A large V and A were emblazoned at its base, while the overhead lights illuminated a striking image of an intertwined man and woman, masked but otherwise not wearing anything, leaving no secrecy about the nature of the establishment.The six-story building stood like a bold declaration of indulgence and secrecy."So, Missus," Alejandro’s voice carried a teasing edge as he stepped beside her. "What do you think of our sex club?"Genevieve’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing into a glare. She knew she was to blame for not making sure of where they were bringing her to, but still..."You didn’t tell me it was this kind of place. This is even worse than The Vault.""Better than The Vault, you mean?" Adrian's smooth, familiar voice came from her other side, as he walked over to stand beside her.At the sight of his bandaged arm suspended by his side, her annoyance wavered, replaced by conc
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Genevieve's face blanched at the words she just heard. She blinked rapidly and convinced herself her brain must be having issues comprehending what the words meant.Then she shut her eyes tightly for the next several seconds waiting, in vain, for the voice of the bald auctioneer to call her ‘bitch’ and command her to open her eyes. That she had been bought and she had to come with him to his office!Why not? This... scene playing before her had to be a dream. There was no other reason someone who was alive and standing beside her one second would end up dead in the very next second. Her doubt, however, wasn’t because this was her first time losing someone in the twinkling of an eye—she had experienced more than a normal human fair share of that, even at her young age—but because this was her first time seeing it happen for the stupidiest reason ever.‘’Open your eyes, Principessa,’’ a cold voice, which she now recognised as that of the handsome man, echoed in her ears. ‘’I’m done. U
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