The Moretti estate never slept, but tonight it thrummed with an energy that felt dangerous, electric. The council’s gathering had ended in applause and false smiles, but beneath the polished veneer, whispers spread like wildfire.
Damian Moretti had chosen Isabella Romano.
The announcement had been orchestrated perfectly, every detail carefully staged. To the world, it was a demonstration of unity, of loyalty. But for Adriana, it was a dagger to the heart. For Damian, it was shackles tightening around his throat. For Isabella, it was a crown she believed she had won.
And like all crowns in their world, it was dipped in blood.
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Adriana paced her chamber, her gown pooling around her feet, her diamond cuffs clinking faintly with every step. Her hands trembled, but her fury burned hotte
