Alessia’s POVThe marble floors echoed beneath her heels as Alessia stormed down the corridor, her pulse hammering louder than the click of her stilettos. Behind her, the heavy doors slammed shut, cutting off Dante’s voice calling her name.She couldn’t breathe in that room anymore.Not after what he had said. Not after what Catalina had revealed.The truth was bleeding from every corner of the empire — and she stood at the center of it, drowning in lies disguised as protection.He had tried to protect her with silence. But silence was its own kind of violence.She stopped abruptly near the end of the private west wing, her fingers trembling as she gripped the polished wooden railing overlooking the estate grounds. From here, she could see the sea, black and endless under the moonlight, mocking her with its freedom.She heard him before she saw him.Dante.His steps were slow, measured, as if approaching a wild animal. And perhaps, in this moment, that’s exactly what she was — cornere
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