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Chapter 55

Author: ElliešŸ’•
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 15:14:56

Self-Defense

The decision to leave for Italy hung over the penthouse like a storm cloud. Sandro had spent the rest of the night coordinating with his men, his voice low and lethal on calls that Elena wasn’t allowed to fully hear. By morning, the packing had begun, discreet, efficient, as if they were simply going on another honeymoon instead of fleeing a city where assassins now hunted them openly.

But before they boarded the jet, Sandro pulled her toward the private gym on the lower level of
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