Paris at Midnight

The flight to Paris was silent.

Sofia sat across from Luca in the private jet, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She had been quiet ever since they left the club.

Luca barely noticed. His mind was drowning in memories—of laughter, whispered secrets, nights tangled in sheets, and a love that once set his world on fire.

Now, that fire threatened to consume him.

Mira wanted him dead.

And he… still wasn't sure if he could pull the trigger first.

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The City of Love… and War

The Paris skyline stretched before them as they landed. The moment Luca stepped onto the tarmac, a chill ran down his spine.

She's here.

Sofia fell into step beside him. "You really think she's waiting for you?"

Luca's grip tightened around the note. "She wouldn't have left this message if she wasn't."

Sofia sighed. "I don't like this."

Neither did he.

But he had no choice.

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Where It All Began

At midnight, Luca stood in the shadow of the Pont des Arts—the bridge where he and Mira once locked a promise of forever.

The padlocks were still there, rusted by time. He found theirs easily. L+M carved into metal, a symbol of a love that was supposed to withstand everything.

Footsteps echoed behind him.

He turned, heart hammering.

Mira.

She stood under the glow of the streetlamps, wearing all black, her hair cascading in loose waves.

A gun was tucked into the waistband of her leather pants. A knife strapped to her thigh. Prepared for war.

Her lips curled into a smirk. "Took you long enough."

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A Dangerous Dance

Luca stepped forward. "What do you want, Mira?"

She tilted her head. "Isn't it obvious?"

He exhaled sharply. "You're really going to kill me here? In the place where we—"

Mira cut him off. "Don't."

Luca clenched his jaw. "Why?"

Mira's eyes darkened. "Because it doesn't matter anymore."

His chest ached. She was lying.

He could see it in the way her hands trembled.

She was fighting herself.

Fighting him.

But before he could say another word, she pulled out her gun.

And aimed it at his heart.

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The Choice

Sofia moved before Luca could react.

A shot rang out.

Mira dodged, rolling behind the stone railing of the bridge. A perfect escape.

Luca cursed. "Sofia, stop!"

But Sofia was already running, chasing after the woman who haunted them both.

Luca sprinted after them, his heart racing.

He couldn't let Sofia kill Mira.

And he couldn't let Mira kill Sofia.

But as he turned the corner—he found himself staring down the barrel of Mira's gun.

This time, she wouldn't miss.

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Next Chapter: Lovers and Killers – A battle between past and present. Will Luca finally learn the truth… or will Mira pull the trigger?