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Chapter 27: The Face of Betrayal
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The rooftop bar pulsed with the faint hum of music and the occasional clink of glasses. Above, the city lights sprawled like stars, indifferent to the storm brewing between the two figures standing on the edge.

Julian stood with his back straight, his tailored coat billowing slightly in the night wind. His eyes were locked on Eva, who stood several feet away, visibly trembling. Her expensive coat and poised posture couldn’t mask the fear lurking in her eyes.

“Victor...” she began, hesitating.

“It’s Julian,” he corrected sharply, his voice cutting through the cold air like a blade. “Or have you forgotten the name of the man you betrayed?”

Eva flinched as though he had struck her. She tightened her grip on her handbag, trying to keep her voice steady. “I didn’t betray you. I—”

“You what?” Julian interrupted, taking a step closer. His voice was deceptively calm, but his clenched fists betrayed the storm raging within. “You didn’t sleep with my best friend? You didn’t help Ethan steal my
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