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2025-08-15 08:00:21CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
LUCCHESE ESTATE I didn’t rush. I never do. Especially not when I know he’s breaking inside. The bathwater had gone cold before I stood. I made sure every trace of salt on my cheeks was rinsed off, the staged sobs, the tremble, the curled-up silence by the tub, washed clean, at least to the eye. But the weight of it? That had to stay. He needed to see it. I changed into something soft. A thin robe, warm socks. Not enough to be sultry, not enough to be dramatic. Just enough to look fragile. Just enough to make him think I was holding myself together by a thread. Then, I made him soup. It wasn’t poisoned. Not even drugged. It was warm, full of flavor, just the way he liked it. That was the point. I carried it with a mug of coffee, black, bitter, the way he took it when he couldn’t sleep from overthinking. I knocked once. No answer. I turned the kno
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CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE AS - LA ROSA NERA His knuckles were white. I noticed it the moment his hand curled into a fist on the table, tight, trembling at the edge. No one else probably saw it. But I did. Every time Nico’s fingers drew idle, thoughtless circles across the fabric of my dress, my waist, my stomach, Dante’s gaze narrowed. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared like a bull just before the kill. And I knew. La Rosa Nera isn’t just a name to him anymore. She’s becoming an obsession. He doesn’t realize it yet. But I do. Because I’ve seen that look in his eyes before, when he stands over bloodied men asking for names, when he owns the room without ever raising his voice. When something dares to exist beyond his control. He craves power. Always has. And now, it’s wearing heels, silk gloves, and crimson. It’s sitting on a
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