214. The Venom of Vengeance

Vanessa’s Point of View

The narrow Venetian alley smelled of damp stone and salt, the canal’s sluggish ripples catching the fading light as I stood there, my heart pounding with a cocktail of rage and humiliation. Marcus’s words still burned in my ears, each one a dagger: 

“You’ll never have a cha...

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