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Author: Western Rose
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Arthur

“So, this is where the bastard lives…” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes at Lucien’s mansion. Its grandeur was excessive, even for someone like him. The sharp lines of the architecture and the pristine condition of the grounds screamed wealth and power. But to me, it was nothing more than a fortress hiding the devil.

I sat in my car, engine humming softly, parked far enough not to draw attention. I wasn’t sure why I had come. Maybe it was curiosity or the inexplicable pull of unresolved hatred. Seven years. Seven damn years since Lucien betrayed me. And yet, here I was, staring at his domain like a predator stalking his prey.

Lucien was a man of secrets, but his address? That was public knowledge. He probably didn’t care who knew where he lived because no one would dare challenge him—not directly, anyway.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening. What’s your endgame, Lucien?

My phone vibrated, dragging me from my thoughts.

“He hasn’t taken any ste
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