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Chapter 50 — A Worthless Maid

SebTHE HEAVY heels of Alessandra’s shoes clicked loudly against the floorboards.She marched into the room, her red silk robe fluttering around her ankles like flames. Her face was flushed with anger, her dark eyes narrowed into thin, venomous slits.She carried her thin gold cigarette holder in her manicured hand, smoke rising in lazy coils above her head.“We need to talk, Sebastian,” she demanded, her high voice cutting through the silence.I took a slow sip of my drink, my face carved out of unyielding stone. I didn't look up from my glass.“I am listening, Alessandra,” I said flatly.She slammed her palm onto the bar, making the crystal bottles rattle.“What was that performance at the pool three days ago?” she shrieked, leaning over the counter, her face inches from mine. “You screamed at me! You threatened to put a bullet through my head over a useless, thieving maid!”I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, keeping my posture relaxed, cool, and totally unbothered.“You almost

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Chapter 51 — The Confrontation

SebTHE HEAVY double doors of the penthouse library swung open at three in the afternoon.I sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, reviewing the shipping manifests for our Mediterranean expansion. Sitting across from me was Alejandro Vance. He wore a sharp grey suit, his posture calm and effortless, looking every bit the refined billionaire.A soft knock sounded at the door.Bela stepped into the room carrying a silver tray with coffee and glass cups. She wore her grey maid dress, her dark hair tied back in a neat bun.She kept her head lowered, her eyes fixed strictly on the floor as she walked over to the table.As she set a cup beside Alejandro, the sleeve of her dress pulled up slightly.The thick white bandages around her wrists were clearly visible. Worse, the faint purple bite marks and bruised skin on the side of her delicate neck showed above her high cotton collar.Alejandro’s eyes locked onto her wrist, then shifted straight to the marks on her throat. His w

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Chapter 52 — A Thread of Silk

BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was quiet in the late afternoon.Seb was locked inside his private office down the hall, holding a heavy phone call with his syndicate captains in Naples.I walked down the long library corridor carrying a duster and a wooden polishing box.My grey maid dress felt heavy against my tired legs. Underneath my high cotton collar, the skin on my neck still throve with the purple bite marks Seb had left on me, mixed with the yellowing bruises from Alessandra’s cruelty. My wrists were still tightly wrapped in white bandages.I stopped near the tall bookshelves, reaching up to dust the mahogany panels.Soft, quiet footsteps sounded behind me.I turned around quickly, my heart jumping into my throat. I expected to see Alessandra’s glaring eyes or Matteo’s tall frame.Instead, it was Alejandro Vance.He was walking down the library hall alone, his grey suit coat unbuttoned, holding a thin leather folder under his arm.When he saw me standing by the books, his handsome face so

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Chapter 53 — Marked in the Library

SebTHE HEAVY outer doors of the penthouse clicked shut as Alejandro Vance stepped into the private elevator.The moment his footsteps vanished, the last thread of my control snapped into dust. Blood was still dripping from my right palm, warm and dark, where the shattered whiskey glass had sliced open my skin, but I felt no pain.All I saw was red.I crossed the hallway in long, lethal strides, marching straight into the quiet library.Bela was standing near the large mahogany reading desk, her back turned to me. She was still wearing the grey maid dress, but around her neck sat that dark blue silk scarf—Vance’s gift, resting over the bruises I had put on her skin.She had her fingers pressed against the fabric, her head tilted, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window with a faint, peaceful expression.She looked as if she were already dreaming of his villa in Geneva.I reached out, slammed the heavy oak library doors shut, and turned the brass lock with a sharp, heavy click.Bela ju

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Chapter 54 — The Poisoned Cup

BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was quiet at eleven at night.My thighs still ached with a dull, constant heat, a lingering reminder of how Seb had pinned me to the library desk hours ago, tearing Alejandro’s silk scarf from my throat and marking my skin with his blood and possessive rage.He had left me ruined on the dark mahogany wood, claiming my body with a dark, terrifying intensity that made my heart race even now.I stood in the dim service kitchen, my grey maid dress smoothed down over my knees, preparing Seb’s nightly tray.On the marble counter sat a heavy crystal decanter filled with aged scotch, a glass of ice water, and a single lowball crystal tumbler.As I was about to reach for the decanter, a faint shadow flickered in the doorway.I froze, stepping back into the shadow of the pantry frame.Alessandra slipped into the kitchen.She wore a red silk gown, her manicured feet making no sound against the tile. Her eyes were wide, glittering with a strange, unhinged light.She looked arou

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Chapter 55 — The Glass Balcony

SebTHE FREEZING rain beat against the glass walls of the penthouse without mercy.It was eleven in the morning. Twelve stories above the streets of Milan, the wind roared across the open terrace, sending sheets of icy rain against the heavy glass railings.I stood near the living room, my dark suit jacket unbuttoned, my black pistol held tightly behind my back. My mind was still burning from last night.The poisoned scotch had sizzled on the hearth, and the terror in Bela’s eyes when she told me what Alessandra had done had stayed with me long after midnight.I had spent three hours putting Alessandra in her place.I hadn't killed her. Not yet.“Sebastian, what are you doing?” Alessandra had shrieked, backing away until her knees hit the edge of her plush velvet bed. “Get out of my room!”I hadn’t said a word. I had closed the distance in two lethal strides, grabbing her throat with one hand and shoving her back onto the mattress. With my other hand, I pressed the cold, steel barrel

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Chapter 56 — The Opera House Trap

BelaTHE GRAND opera hall of La Scala glowed beneath enormous crystal chandeliers, their golden light spilling over six tiers of private VIP boxes wrapped in red velvet.The air smelled of expensive perfume, French champagne, and polished leather. Below, the orchestra played a slow, beautiful melody, but I felt as though I were standing inside an execution chamber.I stood two paces behind Alessandra in the Moretti VIP box, holding her heavy velvet coat and gold opera glasses.My simple gray maid dress made me feel painfully out of place among women dressed in sparkling silk gowns and dripping with diamonds.Beneath my high collar, my throat was still raw and bruised from Seb’s hands, hidden beneath a tightly wrapped cotton band.Alessandra sat in the front row wearing a bright red silk gown and expensive rubies.Beside her sat Seb.He wore a sleek black tuxedo and dark bow tie, looking e

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Chapter 57 — Corridor of Sins

SebTHE INTERMISSION bell chimed throughout the opera house.Hundreds of wealthy patrons poured out of their VIP boxes, spilling into the grand marble halls to sip champagne and talk about business.I walked beside Don Bernardo and Alessandra, nodding politely at syndicate leaders, but my mind was not on them.My eyes were searching the crowd for Bela.She had been sent backstage five minutes ago to return Alessandra’s silk wraps to the dressing room. As I stepped past the heavy velvet curtains into the dimly lit backstage corridor, I saw her.She stood near the tall wooden doors, her grey maid dress looking small against the gold walls. Standing right in front of her was Alejandro Vance.Alejandro was leaning in close. His hand was resting gently near her shoulder, his lips inches from her ear as he whispered to her.Bela looked terrified, her dark eyes wide, her lower lip trembling as s

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Chapter 58 — The Invitation to War

SebALEJANDRO VANCE didn't back down.The crowd’s laughter echoed down the main hall, but in the dim backstage corridor, the air turned to toxic ice.Alejandro’s handsome face was twisted into a dark, heavy scowl, his brown eyes burning with a sharp, protective rage as he looked at my unbuttoned collar, then past my shoulder to the closed red curtains of the VIP box.He knew.Alejandro took two heavy steps into my space, dropping his refined billionaire facade completely.“You son of a bitch,” Alejandro spat softly, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. “She was crying. What did you just do to her in there, Sebastian?”I didn't draw my gun. I simply smoothed down my cuffs with precise, calm movements, letting a cold, mocking smirk touch my lips.“She is my slave, Signor Vance,” I rasped, my voice deep and unbothered. “She obeys my orders. If you want to ask her about her duties, go ahead. Ask her yourself.”I turned, reached out, and pulled the heavy red velvet curtain ba

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Chapter 59 — The Formal Invitation

BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was suffocating in the early morning light.My throat still burned, and the heavy marks Seb had left on my neck and thighs at the opera house throbbed with a constant, hot ache.Every step I took down the marble hallway pulled at my bruised body, a silent, terrifying reminder of how he had taken me behind the velvet curtain while high society sat just feet away.I entered the grand living room carrying a silver tray with warm coffee and fresh fruit.Seb sat at the head of the glass dining table, dressed in a dark grey tailored suit. His dark hair was styled back, his face carved out of unyielding, lethal stone.Beside him sat Don Bernardo, reading the morning paper, while Alessandra lounged in a plush velvet chair, sipping an espresso in her red silk robe.Alessandra hadn't yelled at me since we returned from La Scala. She hadn't thrown anything or ordered me to scrub the floors.Instead, her dark eyes tracked my every move with a sharp, terrifying stillness that ma

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