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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a commoner, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for freedom. Their paths collided in a masquerade ball, sparking a forbidden flame. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion, a forbidden