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Chapter 1: The collision
Chapter 2: The deal
Chapter 3: The rules
Chapter 4: The first public appearance
Chapter 5: Crack in the ice
Chapter 6: A night of pretending
Chapter 7: The storm behind his eyes
Chapter 8: When the world watches
Chapter 9: A seemingly meaningless kiss
Chapter 10: The breaking point
Chapter 11: A glimpse of the past
Chapter 12: The business trip
Chapter 13: When lines are crossed
Chapter 14: The past comes knocking
Chapter 15: The breaking silence
Chapter 16: The edge of control
Chapter 17: A risk worth taking
Chapter 18: Ghosts of grey manor
Chapter 19: Close enough to hurt
Chapter 20: Unraveling the truth
Chapter 21: A public betrayal
Chapter 22: Lines that can't be redrawn
Chapter 23: A shadow from the past
Chapter 24: The attack
Chapter 25: A promise made
Chapter 26: A world between us
Chapter 27: The burning touch
Chapter 28: His world, his rules
Chapter 29: Unspoken confessions
Chapter 30: Heartache
Chapter 31: A dance in the dark
Chapter 32: The edge of the abyss
Chapter 33: A dark night
Chapter 34: Splinters of dawn
Chapter 35: After the fall
Chapter 36: The cracks beneath us
Chapter 37: The fragile hours
Chapter 38: Fractures in the light
Chapter 39: Buried emotions
Chapter 40: Gentle rain
Chapter 41: Fragile ground
Chapter 42: Slipping through fingers
Chapter 43: The calm before the storm
Chapter 44: A reluctant escape
Chapter 45: The weight of normal
Chapter 46: Back into the light
Chapter 47: The ripple effect
Chapter 48: Cracks in the foundation
Chapter 49: The shadow in the crowd
Chapter 50: The devil you know
Chapter 51: A dark past
Chapter 47: The eve of the storm
Chapter 52: Intertwined fates
Chapter 54: The warning
Chapter 55: Doubts
Chapter 56: A necessary information
Chapter 57: A possible future
Chapter 58: Tiny fractures
Chapter 59: Fear or hope
Chapter 60: The storm arrives
Chapter 61: Together
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Chapter 47: The eve of the storm
I remember it well enough, seared on my flesh—the night itself heavy with unexpressed sorrow and unshed guilt. Even the villa was drab, once melodious corridors now ominous and malignant foreboding. A table lamp lit a patch of light downstairs, and I awoke and fidgety, the ticking of the clock and f...
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