Investor
Time changes quietly. Like the wind shifting direction— It doesn’t ask. It just happens. --- Eight months had passed. Winter had settled beautifully over Manhattan. The streets were glowing with lights, Christmas trees stood decorated in every corner, and the air carried the warmth of celebration. A new year was waiting to begin. --- Inside a grand mansion— Everything looked perfect. Too perfect. --- Raffelo and Alisa. Still together. Still smiling. As if nothing had ever happened. As if Caitlin had never existed. --- Whether they had truly forgotten… Or simply learned how to live with it— No one could tell. --- Alisa had moved into Raffelo’s mansion months ago. She had adapted quickly. Effortlessly. Like she belonged there. Like she had always been there. ---
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