It was late afternoon by the time the sun stretched across the pool, its light casting a soft gold shimmer across the surface. The water shifted lazily, catching bits of sky in each ripple. Bellavista was completely silent again—no cameras behind hedges, no cars idling at the gate, no press trying to catch her slipping. Lucas had cleared them all out days ago. One statement from him, and they scattered like ash in wind.Valentina floated near the edge, her arm resting along the cool tile, her wine glass balanced delicately on the rim where it had been sitting for half an hour. Her skin was sun-warmed and damp, glistening under the light with that clean sheen of saltwater and heat. Her hair was slicked back, face bare, and still somehow flawless—she really was beautiful without even trying.Lucas was a few feet away, sitting in one of the poolside chairs with a drink in hand and nothing else in front of him. Just her and a look he wore when his mind was moving four hundred kilometers p
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