The first gunshot echoed through the marble hall like a verdict.I didn’t flinch.I learned long ago that flinching only amused men like him.The man on his knees collapsed forward, blood blooming across the polished floor. His body twitched once, then stilled. The smell of iron rose, thick and choking, curling into my lungs.“Clean it,” my fiancé said calmly, lowering the gun. His voice didn’t change. It never did. The men moved immediately, dragging the corpse away as if it were trash. Someone wiped the blood before it could stain the rug imported from Italy. Everything in this house was expensive. Even death had rules, I stood beside him, hands folded neatly in front of me, spine straight, chin lifted perfectly.That was my role.Luca De Santis turned his head slightly, just enough to look at me. His dark eyes skimmed over my white dress, my bare arms, the diamond ring on my finger. Possession, not affection, flickered in his gaze.“You’re quiet tonight,” he said. I forced my lips i
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