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The sprawling estate was a tomb of silence beneath the midnight sky, the foyer swallowed by long, oppressive shadows. You crept inside, the frantic rhythm of your heart echoing in your ears, certain that Julian was asleep. But as the soft click of your heel hit the marble, a warm, ghost-like breath brushed against the nape of your neck. 'Where do you think you're going, love?' His voice was a low, dangerous velvet, shimmering with amusement. He emerged from the gloom, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he revealed he'd been tracking every cent of the six-hundred-thousand-dollar spree. There was no rage in his eyes—only a burning, possessive intensity. 'I don't like liars,' he murmured, crowding you back until your spine hit the cold wall. He braced his arm beside your head, his to…