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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline stepped inside the penthouse, the familiar scent of expensive leather and fine whiskey lingering in the air.
The space was dimly lit, its modern, luxurious interior bathed in golden hues from the chandelier hanging above.
Despite its elegance, there was something about this place that always felt cold, as if warmth never truly belonged here.
She had barely taken a step forward when a blur of movement rushed toward her.
“Adeline!”
Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Vladimir.
His grip was firm, his breathing heavy as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
Adeline sighed softly, allowing herself to relax for a brief second. Despite everything—the bloodshed, the betrayal, the neve
