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AUTHOR’S POV
The dimly lit corridor was eerily silent, save for the soft hum of distant voices in the grand estate.
The walls were lined with paintings, their ornate frames casting long, distorted shadows under the golden glow of the wall sconces.
Adeline’s breath was uneven as she stared at the man before her.
Luciano’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable, yet there was an unmistakable edge in his voice when he spoke.
“What are you doing here?”
His deep, velvety tone sent a shiver down her spine.
She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here but she was executing her plan but what was Luciano doing here? She didn’t understand that.
This place was dangerous for someone like her—someone who didn’t belong. But before she could muster a response, another voice
