Ninety Four Sleepless Nights

The razor slid through three thousand dollars’ worth of Italian silk while twelve armed men watched. And Dominic Rossi laughed. “Careful,” he said from the doorway. “That pillow probably costs more than she makes in a year.” Clara Vance kept cutting. Soft white down spilled across Arthur Kingsley’s black sheets, drifting through the enormous...

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Published November 2, 2026 · Updated November 2, 2026