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VALENTINAI was straight-up furious. Like, the kind of mad where your whole body shakes and you can’t even think straight. Pacing back and forth across the living room in this goddamned empty villa, my phone felt like it was about to snap in my hand. Marco’s words kept echoing into my head on repeat. Matteo deleted the evidence. That bastard actually deleted the one thing that'd solidify everything else. He deleted it!“That bastard,” I muttered, my voice bouncing off the walls. Lita growled in my head. "I knew we couldn't trust him!" She growled in anger. “You shouldn't have trusted him."“I know!”My shout echoed through the empty space. The villa still felt weird. Everything looked brand new but it wasn’t. I stopped at the kitchen island and gripped the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. How could Matteo do this? I’d trusted him. Not all the way, but enough. Enough to think maybe he actually gave a damn. Enough to believe he was on my side and wanted me free of accusations

VALENTINAThe second my eyes landed on Elisha, of all the goddamned bitches in the world, with her hand wrapped so carefully around Horace’s injured knuckles, every last bit of relief I had been carrying with me through that journey died.It died so fast it left me feeling dizzy, sick, and violently aggravated. Just moments earlier, all I could think about was him. The thought of seeing his face, hearing him speak, his familiar scent that always wrapped around me like home, I had missed him so desperately. Lita had been clawing at my chest every single second we were forced apart.I had walked into this place ready to fight for us, ready to lay everything out and hope he would actually listen to me. But now, I was standing here watching her touch him like she had every right to be that close, and the anger was a volcano ready to burst.I knew she had been supporting him, but why did she always look like she was marking a territory she never owned? Best friends don’t try to sleep with

HORACEI should’ve felt relieved. That was the most fucked up part of the whole situation.Marco kept laying file after file across the coffee table in the living room, his voice serious and matter-of-fact as he walked us through every single detail. Everything coming out of his mouth seemed to point away from Valentina being some cold-blooded killer who had helped take Deja from me.The financial trails all led straight back to the companies connected to Agatha. The timestamps on the video didn’t line up with the actual timeline of events. There was testimony from the hacker Zuria had tracked down, clear evidence that Agatha had funded a private surveillance and deepfake operation, and warehouse records that painted a much darker picture of what really happened that night.I sat on the couch with my elbows resting on my knees, a half-empty whiskey glass hanging loosely from my fingers, and I wanted so badly to believe every word of it.My heart was already leaning hard in that dire

HORACEThe second those words left Valentina’s mouth, it felt like someone had reached straight into my chest and twisted my very vital heartstring until it nearly snapped in half.“Goodbye, Horace.”The room stayed completely silent after she turned and walked out. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Even the air felt thick and toxic, like the whole house was holding its breath along with me. I kept staring at the empty doorway long after she disappeared through it, because some stupid, desperate part of me still expected her to storm back in, keep arguing, keep yelling, keep fighting to prove me wrong like she always did.But she didn’t.The bond felt distant now. Not gone exactly, but stretched thin and cold, like standing on one side of a frozen lake and barely hearing someone call your name from the far shore. My fingers curled into tight fists at my sides, the pressure turning my knuckles white as I fought the urge to run after her.Elisha’s voice finally broke the heavy quiet. “You’re

Valentina’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was the cold seeping through the floorboards and straight into my bones.The second was a deep, aching pain that had absolutely nothing to do with my body and everything to do with the bleeding mess inside my chest. It felt heavy, suffocating, spreading through every single part of me until even breathing felt like too much work.I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurry, and realized I was still curled up on the hard living room floor of Horace’s villa, right where I’d cried myself to sleep the night before. The heavy blanket I’d dragged down from upstairs was tangled and twisted around my legs like a trap, and one of the throw pillows had ended up halfway across the room, looking like it had tried to escape the total disaster that was me.The villa was completely silent. Just like yesterday. Just like the day before that. Just like the hollow feeling in my chest that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.I st