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Chapter 66

Penulis: Leah Al
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*Bianca's POV*

“I know.”

“You won’t be hidden behind my roof.”

“I don’t want to be.”

“You won’t be neutral.”

“I never was.”

He studied me more carefully now not as a guest, not as a pawn - but as something sharper.

“A wife is not just protected,” he said. “She is expected.”

“I expect myself,” I replied.

That earned me a long, assessing look.

“Erico,” Vincenzo said at last. “Leave us.”

Erico’s body tensed.

“I won’t,” I said immediately.

Vincenzo’s eyes snapped to me.

“This is family business.”

“So am I,” I replied.

The air shifted.

Violet set her cup down quietly.

Vincenzo looked between us.

Then he nodded once.

“Very well,” he said. “Stay.”

He walked around the desk, stopping a few steps in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the gravity of him.

“You know I would kill for you,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

“You know I would hide you forever if I thought it would keep you breathing.”

“I know.”

“And you still want this.”

“Yes.”

He held my gaze.

“Why?”

I didn’t answer immediately.
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