And this is?”There was a brief pause.Not long. But enough.I tilted my head slightly, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “Someone you don’t need to worry about,” I said before Adagio Amato could answer.The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that so?”I smiled faintly. “It depends,” I added. “Are you planning to give me a reason to?”Silence followed—sharp, unexpected. I felt it settle into the air, that subtle tightening when something unpredictable refuses to behave.Adagio stepped in then, his presence cutting through the moment like a blade. “She’s with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for further questions.The man studied me for another second before nodding slightly. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Let’s see if that remains true by the end of the night.”My smile didn’t fade. “I’d worry more about yourself,” I replied softly.His lips twitched, uncertain whether to laugh or reconsider his words. Then he stepped aside.We walked past him.And I could feel it—eyes

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The meeting didn’t end.It fractured.Not loudly—no slammed fists, no raised voices—but something had snapped beneath the surface, and everyone in that room felt it. Conversations resumed, numbers were thrown around, decisions were made—but none of it mattered anymore. Not really.Because the moment I said wife, the room had stopped being about business.And he knew it.I felt it in the way Adagio’s presence shifted beside me—colder now, sharper. Not outwardly. Not for them. For them, he was still composed, still in control, still the man no one questioned.But for me—I could feel the storm building.He didn’t look at me again for the rest of the meeting. Not once. And somehow, that was worse than if he had.It meant he was waiting.—The second the meeting adjourned, chairs scraping softly against the floor, low conversations picking back up, I stood without hesitation. I didn’t look at him. Didn’t wait for him.But I felt him.Right behind me.Close enough that the air shifted.“Ou

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That hesitation—that refusal—it did something to her. Made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. Because for the first time since she walked into his world, she felt like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t see. Something he knew. Something he wasn’t telling her. And she hated that. Hated not knowing. Hated that he thought he could just shut her out of it.“Get in the car,” he said finally, his voice back to that cold control she’d come to recognize. She stared at him for a second longer. Anger still burning. Questions still unanswered. Something heavier settling underneath it all. Then she turned and walked to the car without another word. Not because he told her to. But because this wasn’t over. Not even close. And whatever he wasn’t saying, she was going to find out herself.***They returned to the quiet, sprawling house, its shadows deeper than usual. Adagio led her to a large, opulent bedroom she hadn’t seen before.“You’ll sleep here tonight,” he stated

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