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Chapter 34

작가: Tiana Edwin
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I stepped into the vast ballroom with all the confidence I had in me. The atmosphere was rich with an air of both celebration and caution. I stood at the corner of the room, quietly accessing and savouring every bit of the scene. Crystal chandeliers hung from above, their light casting a golden glow over the room, creating a play of shadows that added to the enigmatic ambiance.Heavy, burgundy velvet drapes framed the tall windows, offering glimpses of the night outside, with the moonlight barely piercing through.

In the center of the room, a long, elegant table is laden with an array of gourmet dishes, silver platters filled with delicacies, and crystal glasses brimming with the finest wines and spirits. The scent of rich food mingled with the faint hint of expensive cigars and perfume, creating a heady mix that speaks of luxury and indulgence.

Guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and converse in hushed tones. The men were in sharp, tailored suits, and the women in
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    “I never betrayed Scarface. Scarface betrayed me”... Reneé’s word lived rent free in my head. I didn't know if I should believe her little story. My father has never mentioned Reneé ever since the day I was born and Alonso loathed this woman that he barely talked about her.I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my palms together, finally feeling the warmth from the fireplace. Lorenzo walked into the living room with his usual stoned face, he seemed a little bit angry but can you blame him? He really put in alot of energy into finding Reneé to get answers but all his efforts was in vain, it was all back to square one, he had no idea where to start from or what to do.“I don't know why you're so adamant to prove your family innocence but just give it a rest already” I spoke flatly “just admit that this was one of your father's dirty little secrets that wasn't recorded in some stupid ledger”Lorenzo's eyes flashed with defiance “Hernandez have no hand in the assassination of the Cattaneos”

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  • The Heartless Lover    Petals And Blood

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    Jacqueline's POV The silence in the living room was unbearable. I sat cross-legged on the leather couch, flipping a knife in my hand, watching its blade catch light from the chandelier. Haze leaned against the wall, arms folded, unreadable. Lorenzo stood at the window, back to us, fingers twitching like he was itching to break something—or someone. "We’re wasting time," he finally muttered. I rolled my eyes. "Says the man who spent days chasing ghosts in Russia." Lorenzo turned, his glare pinning me in place. “That ghost gave us a name. Reneé. And I think she holds the truth about your parents.” My hand froze mid-flip. “You think Reneé knows who killed them?” “I’m saying it’s a lead,” Lorenzo replied. “And the only one we have. You say Scarface had no traitors… but what if the rot wasn’t outside the family?” I scoffed. “You’re quick to point fingers when it’s convenient.” “Don’t start,” he snapped. “You’re the one who came into my family with lies and secrets.” “Oh,

  • The Heartless Lover    Shadows beneath roses

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