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Gianna━⊰ ❦ ⊱━I stayed in that corner for a while, my fingers digging so hard into my palms wall that my nails felt like they might snap. My heart wasn't just beating, it was thumping against my ribs like it was trapped and trying to kick its way out. I was shaking, not the good kind of shaking, not the sweet, soft drift after a climax. This was a electric tremor of pure, unboiled rage. Raphael had left me standing there, my body feeling like a wire pulled too tight, aching and soaking wet. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers, but the heat was gone, replaced by the cold air of the gallery that made my skin crawl.I watched his broad shoulders disappear into the crowd. I watched him walk away with that woman, his head tilted toward her as if I hadn't just been coming apart under his touch seconds ago. The way he had looked back at me, the way he had sucked his fingers while staring right into my soul, it was branded into the back of my head. It was stuck there forever. I kne
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I slipped away from Dante's circle of friends for a moment, and wandered toward a quiet corner of the gallery and that’s when I saw it. I stopped dead. The painting was massive. It wasn't a portrait, it was a scream captured in oil. It showed a woman, or the ghost of one, trapped behind layers of thin lines that looked like iron bars. Her face was blurred, but her eyes, they were two dark pits of exhaustion. Around her neck, hands made of muddy shadows reached out, to keep her quiet. I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine, settling in the marrow of my bones. I felt like I knew this woman. It reminded me of my father’s voice, that tone he used when he looked at my school reports. “Is a single, basic sentence really beyond your capacity?” “I've wasted years and a fortune trying to salvage what’s left of your mind, and I am finally finished.” “You aren't some puzzle to be solved, Gianna, you are fundamentally broken.” “You were a mistake from the start, a wort
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the venue, and I just… looked. The dress had already settled on my body like it belonged there, like it had been waiting for me. Black smooth silk catching the light in soft flashes every time I shifted my weight. It didn’t cling, not desperately, not cheaply, it followed like it knew exactly where to stop and where to suggest. I turned slightly, watching the fabric fall along my hips, the slit opening just enough to reveal my leg before slipping back into place when I stilled. My fingers brushed down the side of it. Five years ago, this had been my world. Cocktail dresses. Soft laughter over glasses of champagne. White walls lined with art that people pretended to understand while pretending even harder not to care. I used to belong to nights like this. I exhaled slowly, my gaze flickering back to the mirror, but I wasn’t seeing myself anymore. I was seeing that night. The last gallery I ever walked into. I
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Ugh, don't look at me. I was a literal public health hazard before the kiddos made a mother out of me," Claire groaned, her stylus stabbing at her iPad like she was trying to draw blood, "I used to throw parties that would make a rock star check into rehab. Pure, unadulterated carnage." Maddie sat perfectly still, holding her porcelain cup, "I like picnics. And tea parties. The kind of events where people use napkins and nobody ends up in a holding cell. Your parties honestly scared the life out of me, Claire. I thought I was witnessing the fall of Rome." Claire let out a dramatic wail, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, "I am boring now, Maddie! My parties are extremely tame. It’s mostly toddlers screaming into cupcakes and me hiding in the pantry with my husband. It’s basically a convent." Maddie grinned, "And they are so fun. I’ve never felt more safe." Suddenly, Claire snapped her head toward me, her eyes narrowed, "Gianna. Settle this. Tell me you aren't a
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "Delete it," Gianna snapped, her voice sharp as she scrambled to pull her white shirt back over her shoulders. She was shaking, her fingers fumbling over the buttons, her eyes darting to the wall of monitors as if they were live grenades about to detonate, "Right now, Raphael. Wipe the drive. Everything." I stayed seated, leaning back into the chair with confidence. I took my time, methodically cleaning myself before tucking myself away and zipping my pants. "No," I said, as I met her eyes, amused. "Are you insane?" She hissed, stepping toward me, her face pale. She shoved her skirt into place, her knuckles white. "You don't get it. This isn't a game. This is our lives. If there is a digital trail of this... of us... it’s going to burn everything down. You're leaving evidence of a big fat secret." I smirked, "I’m the one who built this network, Gianna. I know every single packet of data that moves through these servers. I can handle any trail I want. Don'
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ "You want to try something new, Gianna?" I whispered. I felt her body relax into mine, a tiny nod of her head showing her curiosity. I kept one hand locked around her wrists behind her back. With my other hand, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I didn't even have to look at the screen. I swiped a specific command, and the monitors across the entire wall flickered. The crypto chains vanished. The bank transfers disappeared. The screens suddenly filled with the view from the high-definition security cameras mounted in the corners of the office. Gianna’s eyes snapped open, and she let out a soft cry of shock. On every single screen, from the floor to the ceiling, she was staring at herself. She saw herself pinned against me. She saw her own head tilted back, her hair falling over one shoulder. She saw my dark suit and my hand holding her small wrists. It was like we were in a house of mirrors made of glowing blue glass. "Look at yourself, Gia
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold marble wall, my glass heavy in my hand. My brothers were all around me, a solid wall of dark suits, expensive cologne, and mean faces. We stood in the shadows of the hall, watching the reception like it was a funeral. Across the room, our father was a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my hands shaking so much I had to tuck them under my arms. I was dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. I spent ten minutes pulling my hair back, brushing it until every stray strand was flattened into a sleek, tight bun
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was still frozen, when Madeleine came jogging back down the stairs. She had a thick textbook tucked under her arm and a bright smile. The normalcy of it felt strange after the moment I’d just had with Raphael. "Ready?" she asked, her voice light. I nodded quickly, not trustring

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