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... a silence so absolute it felt like the stones themselves were holding their breath. Torchlight danced across the marble altar at the center, where Aiden stood like a god carved from shadow and sin—tall, bare-chested, his cock still glistening from the last noblewoman he had claimed.
Around the perimeter, the enchanted mirrors that had once hidden the husbands shimmered once, twice, then dissolved into glittering dust.
Every chained husband was suddenly, brutally visible.
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