THE TRUTH BENEATH THE MASK

Isabella’s POV

I let the moment stretch, savoring the tension in the room.

Silvio’s face was unreadable, his sharp gaze locked onto me, but I saw the way his fingers twitched behind his back. Antonio had gone rigid, his breath uneven, and Martina—oh, poor, sweet, clueless Martina—looked at me with...

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