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Elara moved through Damien’s world like a ghost in silk, polished on the outside, hollow on the inside. She attended functions, smiled for cameras, and nodded at conversations she didn’t care for. In return, Damien stayed out of her way.
They weren’t lovers. Not friends. Just co-owners of a lie so big, the truth couldn’t breathe beneath it.
But on the fifth night, things shifted.
"Dinner," Damien said, stepping into the lounge where she sat curled on the velvet ...
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