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3. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐ก๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž

The echo of Lorenzoโ€™s corpse hitting the marble hadnโ€™t even faded when Reva turned on Avinash, her veil trembling with rage, her bouquet falling from her hands. Her eyes, molten with fury, locked on him.

โ€œYou disgust me,โ€ she spat, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. โ€œI would rather burn alive than belong to you.โ€

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