The CEO's pawn
Lovelyhe treated me like i was nothing
The sky had dimmed, turning a dull gray, shadows stretching across the pavement outside the rehab facility
His phone was still in his palm, he’d been holding it for minutes now, thumb hovering just over the screen.
The video was open, the Rome outburst, sharp and humiliating, frozen at the frame where Alessandro towered over Rosalie, voice raised, face twisted.
Leonardo watched it again.
Rosalie didn’t cry in the video, she just stood there, quiet, like she was already used to being spoken to that way.
He blinked slowly.
Then, his fingers began to move.
He didn’t log into his main accounts.
Instead, he tapped into the burner, an anonymous profile he'd created months ago.
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