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Chapter 25 Francesca's Intervention

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The folded paper, cool against her palm, was a constant presence, a silent testament to Alessandro’s offer. Freedom. The word pulsed in Amara’s mind, a tantalizing counterpoint to the suffocating grandeur of the Villa Moretti. Every interaction with Dante, every intense gaze, every demanding lesson, was now weighed against the dangerous promise of escape. She watched him, assessing not just his instructions, but his reactions, searching for any tell, any sign that he suspected her burgeoning thoughts of defiance.

The villa’s dynamic, already stretched taut by the silent rivalry between Dante and Alessandro, was about to be twisted further. The air crackled with anticipation one afternoon as Amara observed the heightened flurry of activity among the staff. Maria, her face etched with a mix of apprehension and respect, informed Amara that Dante would be dining with a special guest that evening. The guest was Francesca Romano.

The name, whispered in hushed tones, resonated with an unden
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