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45. The Games We Play
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My Godfather is my Soulmate 45. The Games We Play
Alexa's POVThe silence of my apartment was suffocating. It wasn't just the absence of Antonio's laughter or the warmth of his touch. It was a deeper silence, a void where our shared secrets and forbidden desires once thrived.I paced the living room, my restlessness a physical manifestation of the turmoil within me. Antonio's rejection, his cold dismissal, had left a gaping wound in my heart. But even amidst the pain, a nagging unease lingered, a shadow cast by Elsie's lingering threat. I haven't forgotten that she knows about my godfather and me and will use it against me any moment from now. The thought was a chilling reminder of my vulnerability, of the precariousness of my situation. What was she planning? What was her endgame?I couldn't shake the feeling that Elsie was the key to everything. She was the puppet master, pulling the strings, orchestrating the chaos that had engulfed my life. I had to confront her, to find out what she wanted, to understand her motives.With a sur
