The Marino estate was dark and imposing in the night. I followed Angelo through the familiar oak doors. Three years ago, I came here as his girlfriend. Now, I was his prisoner."Prepare a guest room for Lady Seraphina" Angelo told the butler."Yes, sir.""Wait," I said. "I don't need a guest room."Angelo turned to me. "Where do you want to stay?""I want to go back to Chicago," I said calmly. "Julian is waiting for me."Angelo's face went dark. "Forget him."Just then, the sound of high heels echoed from the staircase. A woman was slowly descending. She wore a white silk robe, her long hair loose, a gentle smile on her face. Gia.The moment she saw me, her smile froze. The glass in her hand slipped, shattering on the marble floor. "Impossible…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You… you're dead."Angelo frowned. "Gia, this is Ms. Seraphina."Gia stared at me, wide-eyed, like she’d seen a ghost. "Hello, Gia," I said, giving her an elegant nod. "You look as though you've seen a g
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