The engine of J. Cat’s Jaguar purred to a halt as he slid out onto the cobblestone street, his polished shoes crunching lightly over the uneven stones. He adjusted his cuffs, the linen of his suit crisp and immaculate, standing out against the backdrop of Havana’s vibrant yet weathered beauty. The humid night air enveloped him, carrying the sounds of laughter, the soft hum of salsa music, and the occasional clink of glasses from nearby cafes that lined El Malecón.
He scanned the area, his dark eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on his target. The woman he was here to find was more than just beautiful—she was mysterious, elusive, and powerful in her own right. Bella de la Vega, an heiress to a legendary Cuban fortune, had the city of Havana wrapped around her little finger. Her family, known for its roots in sugar and rum, had been part of Cuba’s elite for generations, and Bella herself was a known figure on the social scene. But recently, rumors had spread that she possessed something far more valuable than money or status. A rare artifact that, if real, would be priceless.
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