TWENTY-EIGHT
Aleks leaned against the ornate balcony, watching as Enzo tore through the ballroom, shoving past unsuspecting guests in a desperate sprint toward Camilla. He runs for her. Always for her. Aleks exhaled, his fingers tightening around the golden gun tucked in his waistband. The very same gun that had been planted for Enzo. The irony wasn't lost on him. For months, his father had paraded Enzo as his heir, the one meant to take over the Ivanov empire while Aleks was left in the shadows. Aleks, the disappointment. Aleks, the unwanted son. But his father had underestimated him. Aleks had known the only way to take his rightful place was to get rid of Enzo. To kill him. But the truth was, Aleks liked Enzo too much. He wouldn't do it himself. Instead, he would make the world believe th
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