The Price of Deception

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int like confetti on the wall. Surrounded by canvases that whispered stories yet to be told, Eva stood with her paintbrush p

tily wiping her paint-str

ght with excitement and a thick envelope clutched

catching as she read the offer to paint a mural for

hispered, her heart r

oing to nail it!" Isabella che

river beneath her feet, and majestic ceilings soared high above, adorned with lavish chandeliers that sparkled like a

th, like velvet against her skin,

a's chest. Lucas, however, regarded her as a mere pawn as