The morning after Julian’s execution, the penthouse felt colder than usual. Even the sun’s rays, streaming in through the massive windows, seemed to have lost their warmth. Camilla sat at the kitchen island, her coffee untouched, staring out at the city below. The events of the night before replayed in her mind, like a cruel loop. Julian’s death had been swift—necessary, according to Riccardo. But it hadn’t brought her the closure she thought it would.She had expected to feel satisfaction, perhaps even a sense of justice. Instead, all she felt was unease.The door behind her opened, and she didn’t have to turn to know it was Riccardo. His presence filled the room like a shadow, both comforting and suffocating. She remained still, her fingers tracing the rim of the untouched cup.“You’re quiet this morning,” Riccardo said, his voice soft but firm.Camilla didn’t respond immediately, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, let alone how to explain it. Instead, she
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