“Vania, what’s going on with you lately? You’ve been staying up so late.”
Claudine—the elderly housekeeper who had become like family in Revaldo’s villa—handed Vania a cup of warm tea.
“Your eyes are swollen. You haven’t been sleeping, have you?”
Vania gave a faint smile and shook her head. “I just… can’t sleep.”
She glanced at her laptop screen before closing it. It was three in the morning, and her mind was still racing—filled with questions, filled with disbelief.
Two days had passed since the business party. Since someone whispered to her, “Are you sure you know who Revaldo really is?”
And ever since, unease had been growing inside her. Not just because of those words, but because of Revaldo himself—his behavior had become increasingly disturbing. Too perfect. Too manipulative. T
