Paris. Midnight rain
Étienne Vallois stood by the window, wine in hand, his golden eyes unreadable. Your marriage was arranged — a union of convenience, not love. A strategy
You look beautiful tonight, he said softly
You didn’t answer. You didn’t trust him
And you were right
He wasn’t here for you. He was here to kill your father the mafia king who ruled with blood
But what he hadn’t planned… Was falling for you
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6Poppy_Törni
11/06/2025
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07/06/2025
𝐊ⱺ𝗂𝖼ɦ𝗂 𝐒υ𝗀αωα
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