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Chapter 13: Shadows of the Past
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Natalie’s grip on her wine glass tightened as she stared at Adrian. The air in her penthouse was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep into one’s bones. She had expected retaliation from him, but not this soon, and certainly not this bold intrusion into her personal space.“I don’t recall inviting you in,” she said, taking a slow sip of her wine, her voice deceptively calm.Adrian smirked, stepping further into the dimly lit living room. “Since when do I need an invitation?”Natalie’s eyes flashed with defiance. “Since the moment I signed those divorce papers.”Adrian let out a humorless chuckle. “You think a piece of paper changes anything between us?” His voice was low, almost taunting, as he slowly approached her. “You can play this game, Natalie, but you and I both know the truth—you’re still mine.”She laughed, shaking her head. “That possessive arrogance of yours is outdated, Adrian. I don’t belong to anyone.”He reached out, his fingers grazing her jawline before she s
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The wind moaned through the naked branches of the trees, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Natalie Evans walked along the shoreline of a frozen lake, her breath misting in the cold morning air. The winter landscape stretched out before her, stripped bare and unmoving, as if the world itself was waiting with bated breath.She drew the thick woolen shawl closer around her shoulders, watching as dawn painted the sky with strokes of red and gold. Each morning here was like a dream of peace, but inwardly her mind churned like the icy water trapped beneath the frozen lake.It was three months since she vanished from the city—three months of silence, of scheming, of healing the wounds that ran much deeper than the world ever saw. The woman the world had known as Natalie Evans, the poised and polished socialite, was no more. In her place was someone darker, harder, and far more dangerous.In the cozy log cabin that had served as her home, a fire crackled to life as her visitor, Olivia Hast
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The wind howled over the mountains, a choir of whispers hurtling over the drifts of snow. Inside the solitary lodge, a fire spat into flame in the hearth, sending dancing shadows up the stone walls. Natalie Evans leaned at the tall window, her arms tight around herself as she looked out at the swirling snow outside. Her shadow was tranquil, but in her eyes glowed a flame that would never be doused.The silence was at an end.Weeks had passed since she vanished from the world, from the acrid glow of scandal and betrayal. While the world wondered, however, Natalie had been planning. Each day had been a step in preparation to take back not just her name, but her power. She was not the same woman who left Adrian Sinclair's life. She'd shed that skin like a snake emerging from hibernation—deadlier, more breathtaking, and utterly unremorseful.Her refuge was now her haven. The lodge, located on a remote slope away from civilization, had been her father's preferred sanctuary. It was hers now
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