Milene’s POVThe silence inside the car was heavy, almost suffocating. Angelo sat beside me, typing something on his phone with an intensity that made it clear he was used to being in control of everything.I kept my gaze out the window, watching the city blur past. The farther we went, the fewer buildings I recognized. The streetlights became sparse, and the roads smoother, more private. My mother’s words echoed in my head: “He’ll bring you home after the event.” But something in my gut said that wasn’t entirely true.“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly.I startled, looking at him. “No,” I replied too quickly. My voice sounded thin.He gave me a brief look — unreadable — then tapped on the console in front of him. “Stop at Le Doré. Pick up dinner,” he told the driver.“Yes, sir.”I folded my arms, trying to steady myself. “Where are we going?”“To my house. For now.”“For now?” My fingers curled into my dress. “My mother said I needed to go with you to an event.”He tilted his head,
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