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The chandeliers in the Velmoran palace did not flicker—they bowed to the silence.
Every noble in the room felt it the moment he entered.
Alessandro Moretti did not announce himself. He didn’t need to. The air shifted—like something ancient and predatory had stepped into a place it did not belong… and yet now owned.
Black suit. Black gloves. No expression.
Only those cold silver eyes sweeping the room.
Watching. Measuring.
Deciding.
At the far end of the ballroom, beneath a cascade of candlelight and silk banners, stood the woman promised to him.