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Chapter 11:

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-09 23:57:32

Amara’s POV

Is he gone now?

I kept my eyes shut, steadying my breathing. Only when the silence deepened and the faintest echo of a door closing reached me did I dare to ask myself: Yes… I’m sure he’s left.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was unfamiliar—larger, colder than the one I’d fallen asleep in—but the memories of last night came flooding back before I could even rise.

Flashback.

I had watched from across the room as Ginevra pressed the drink into Alessandro’s hand. At first, he refused, jaw set, but then she leaned in, whispered something I couldn't hear. Whatever it was, it worked. He lifted the glass and drank.

Relief had curled through me like a release of breath I’d been holding all night. Minutes later, I saw the weakness begin to show in him—his shoulders heavier, his movements slower—until at last he excused himself and went upstairs. The party unraveled after that. Guests drifted away, even Ginevra and Victor, their faces sour with unspoken words.

That was whe
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