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2026-05-24 22:45:00Anya pov.
The garden felt emptier after Yuvi and the others left, but my mind was anything but. Viktor’s words replayed in my head like an unrelenting melody.“Do you know what it’s like to lose everything you love in one breath?”I did. Far too well. And maybe that was why his confession struck me harder than it should have.I hadn’t planned for this—for him to reveal parts of himself that didn’t fit the image I had of him.The ruthless mafia boss who loomed over thi
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