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The sound of expensive laughter filled the ballroom.
Crystals glittered. Champagne flowed. Diamonds winked on throats and wrists, but none gleamed as sharply as the eyes behind the masks.
It was a gala-Damian Crestfield's annual charity fundraiser. A showcase of generosity, elegance, and deception.
Isla stood by the bar in a sleek black gown, a
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