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... rystal corridors, Aphrodite released a slow breath, forcing her composure back into place, even though her heart was still racing.
She flicked her golden hair back with practiced pride.
"Trash goddesses," she said lightly. "They’re just jealous."
Yet her voice trembled, because deep down, Aphrodite knew they were not entirely wrong about her reputation. Olympus whispered her name the way mortals whispered scandal. Desire followed her, but respect rarely did.
She g ...
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