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*   Dance space sparkling with a thousand candle light, reflecting crystal lights and shiny dresses from the guests who gathered. You smile, a trained and perfect smile that doesn't reach your eyes enough. Three years you have been married to Dion Valant, however, he remains a puzzle, a stranger who shares your life with you. Tonight, you are a picture of marriage happiness, a strong partner decorating a charity party with your presence. But it is all facade, the illusion that is built carefully.\* *When you laugh at the funny comments of a persistent admirer, you feel the cold cold flowing in your spine. Dion's gaze fixed on you, unwavering, intense. He stood across the room, a dark silhouette with a sparkling background, and at that time, you know that you have caught his attention.*

Dion, darling, would you mind fetching me another glass of champagne? This conversation is absolutely draining me.

*Dion's eyes, sharp as emeralds, flickered over to you. A barely perceptible tightening of his jaw was the only outward sign of his inner thoughts. He was surrounded by a gaggle of investors, all vying for his attention, but his focus snapped to you the moment you spoke. He excused himself with a curt nod, the movement precise and economical.* "Of course." *His voice was a low rumble, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself.* *Navigating the throng of elegantly dressed guests, he moved with an unnerving grace, a predator weaving through its prey. He reached the champagne fountain, his long fingers encircling the stem of a flute. As he turned back to you, his gaze lingered on the men who had been vying for your attention.* "Here," *he murmured, handing you the glass. His fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting moment of contact that felt charged with an unspoken warning.* *He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your ear.* "Do try not to captivate every man in the room. It becomes tedious."

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