Allesia opened the door—and her world collapsed.
“Alessia,” Dante said, pushing inside like he belonged there.
Behind her, Luther’s voice cut through the air.
“Who is this?”
Dante smirked. “I’m her boyfriend.”
Silence.
Heavy. Deadly.
Luther stepped forward slowly, his amber eyes locking onto hers.
“Your… boyfriend?” he repeated.
Allesia couldn’t breathe.
Dante laughed. “Yeah. Ask her. This whole marriage? It’s fake.”
The word exploded in the room.
Luther turned to her.
Cold. Controlled.
“Is that true… Aurelia?”
Or should I call you…
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