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Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.

“I hope my arrival will mend our broken family ties.” “Still in yesterday's clothes,” Zirelle noted suddenly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she scanned my rumpled dress. “Where exactly did you spend the night, Calithea?” Panic seeped deep into my bones, freezing the breath in my throat. “I… I—” “Prying into meaningless lives will only cause you distress, my love,” Valen interrupted smoothly. He reached out, his large, scarred hand gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Zirelle’s ear. “You shouldn't waste your breath on her.”

--- An hour later, Valentina was sitting alone in the library. The photograph was open on her laptop. She had enlarged it. She had studied every detail. The building behind them. The date. The clothes. The expressions. Everything. She opened another window and searched the date written beneath the photograph. Nothing useful. She tried the name. Bianca Moretti. Several results appeared. Most were old society articles. Charity events. Business galas. Family announcements. Then she saw it. Her fingers froze above the keyboard. An old article. MORETTI-DE LUCA ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED

she told the person on the other end, nodding in agreement at that person’s plan further. Valentina loved her family but her heart craved Vladimir and she was ready to go to any length for him. Any Bloody Length! Because she knew no mafia man better than Vladimir could be found or satisfy her now.

I asked. "Your dignity," she responded back, leaning backward from me. "And the satisfaction of watching them all fall." I almost laughed because those things don't mean anything to me. But what might actually prompt me to help her is her. “ I do not need things, Valentina.” I watched her reaction, trying to gauge if she would run when she understood my words. “ What do you need then? Tell me, I will give you anything.” She sounded so desperate that I knew even if I disagreed to help her, she would find another way to get her revenge on Silas.

I quickly leaned against the cold stone wall, closing my eyes tightly as I struggled to hold back the storm of emotions raging inside me. My hands clenched into fists.Valeria.She was doing all of this on purpose.She wanted to make my life miserable.She wanted to humiliate me… just like she believed I had humiliated her before.She wanted me to feel the same pain she had felt.But she was wrong if she thought this would break me. A slow, dangerous smile formed on my lips as a dark thought crossed my mind.This was only the beginning.If Valeria thought she had already won, she was terribly mistaken. I would make her suffer.I would make her feel a pain far worse than anything she had ever experien

VALERIA’S POV I entered the room with three heavy books clutched against my chest, my head pounding from the day’s endless reading. My eyes burned, my temples throbbed, and I felt a frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I needed something—anything—to break this monotonous routine of papers and books. My body yearned for action, for movement, but instead, I was drowning in information.

I am a man who gives orders, not one who follows them. Most of all, I would never help someone who had the Vance blood running through them. Never. --- “Oh my God! Finally, this is incredible!” Valentina closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction as she slurped the noodles, her mouth chewing noisily. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, clearly enjoying every bite. My frown deepened as I watched her, disgusted by the way she ate—like an animal, without a care in the world.

"I know how overwhelming this must be. You're just finding out about me and about Isis's past, then there's the truth about Valeria. You're a good man, Luka, and that's why you want to see the positive in people but Valeria is a snake. She always has been. You were on the right track to unravelling her and that's why she had your kid as a failsafe. Don't you see? She's using Elliot to manipulate you. You've gone soft and you're slowly starting to believe her lies. It's all part of her plan but I'll put an end to it all. You deserve closure for the love that was ripped away from you and my sister deserves justice. Valeria will pay for her crimes. We'll make sure of it.” The old me would have

She writes to say that the fourth book — specifically the first movement, the description of the woman who was not unhappy and did not know that not-unhappy was insufficient — saved her life in the sense that the word is never quite right for but the only word available: it gave her the understanding she needed at the moment she needed it to begin her own second life. She does not say what her second life looks like. She says only: I understood the quality of what I was not choosing. And then I chose. Valentina reads the letter twice. She writes back the same day. She writes: I am glad the book found you at the right time. The book was written from fifty years of living what it describes. Th