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... ng around the ivy like it had vines of its own. "All these years playing the dignified De La Vega daughter, dressing in silk and walking like a church bell at dawn, but now look at you. Calculated. Cold. Selling yourself for his legacy. Truly, I underestimated you."
María José didn’t flinch or smirk. She didn’t scream or cry or shove him away. She simply looked at him like a marble statue carved into poise.
I couldn’t tell what was worse; his gloating or her calm.
I wante ...
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