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... ss.
At least for Lux.
For the girls?
Total nuclear-grade meltdown.
The kind of meltdown where nobles didn’t just fume—they plotted.
Whispers turned sharp. Posture stiffened. Old money started side-eying old power like it had just farted in church.
Lux sipped his drink with the casual grace of a man watching it all unfold from a leather throne in Hell’s VIP box.
The scent in the air had changed. No more overpriced perfumes and excited sweat. ...
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