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... ers and exhaust fumes, seemed to shrink and hush the moment the matte black Rolls-Royce Ghost came into focus. It was a vehicle that didn’t shout wealth; it simply existed in a different stratum, a mobile whisper of absolute, devastating power.
Luciano held Eloise’s elbow, his grip possessive but not painful, a velvet shackle guiding her toward the open rear door.
Ian, stood beside it, his perfectly tailored suit a stark contrast to the urgency in his posture. His face, however, ...
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