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She went from happy to stressed in a few minutes.

With her eyes closed, she lies down, which makes the nightgown stretch, molding to her perfect body.

She has big breasts, despite being thin, and I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to hold her like that. Kneel in front of her, lower the straps of her nightgown and taste her. Suck her until I hear her moans.

My dick reacts to the idea.

I've been away a long time.

Photographs are impersonal and have never done her beauty justice, but seeing her breathing, moving, makes me horny.

I'm not used to repressing my carnal desires. I love sex, and it's the only time I’m able to free myself completely from hate, focusing only on giving and feeling pleasure. I also have a voracious appetite. The woman who goes out with me has to be ready for what awaits her.

I look again at her beautiful face, which is like a painting and has turned gloomy, her small hands closed on either side of her body. Her mouth is compressed into a thin line, and her chest rises and falls, as if she’s trying to calm down.

I’m trying to piece the puzzle together in my mind when she covers her face with both hands, and by the movement of her shoulders, I know she's crying.

Few things surprise me in this life—I always expect the worst from human beings—but she has managed to leave me speechless.

What the hell is happening?

What was in that book that caused such a drastic change?

However, just as swiftly as it started, the crying ceases.

She recovers quickly, showing that she is a real Greek, and is now back to looking like the same cool blonde I've watched from afar for years.

She stands, with her usual queen-like posture. Her face is devoid of emotion. She bends down and picks up the book, no longer as if it were a sacred object but almost in disgust.

After replacing it on the shelf from where she took it, she leaves the library.

Intrigued, I go back to the scene and watch it again three times. In the end, I still don't have any clue what caused the change in her behavior.

If there's anything that can warm my blood, it's an enigma.

Perhaps, by focusing so much on Leandros, I missed something important.

The apple of his eye, the one I believe is his favorite daughter, is not just the shallow woman I judged. Elina Argyros is more complex than I thought.

And now I won't settle down until I unravel this.

Elina

CHAPTER THREE

GREECE

I have a secret.

No, I need to tell you the truth: I havesomesecrets, and the one I'm going to talk about now isn't even the main one.

I'm an impersonator.

Not the kind that tries to make people smile by walking behind them on the streets, mirroring their actions.

Nothing even close.

I am an imitator of emotions and reactions.

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