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Chapter 130: Ontario Frost – Cabin Claim

Author: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 03:59:38

The Ontario winter was merciless — thick snow blanketing the forests around Muskoka, the air crisp and biting. The private luxury cabin on the frozen lake was a world of warmth and luxury — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the snow-covered pines, a roaring fireplace, and a king-sized bed that looked like it had been made for exactly this kind of night.

Damian Voss, 44, stood at the window in a tailored black sweater, watching the snow fall. The South African shipping magnate had come to Can
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