Selina's POV.
I wrap my coat tighter around myself as I walk the familiar stretch of road to DeLuca's office, each step heavier than the last. The city is loud, chaotic, but none of it touches me anymore. Not after the past few days.
I haven't slept in a real bed since the night Alessio threw me out of the villa. I haven't eaten anything that didn't come from a gas station or a greasy take-out window. My heels are scuffed, my hair is unwashed, my pride in tatters. The glamour is gone. The game is over. And I've lost.
This isn't me, I think bitterly. I'm not built for this. I need silk sheets and champagne, not cracked sidewalks and strangers leering at me on the subway.
I have no friends left. No more money. No power. I'm Selina Romano - once a woman who could turn heads and bend men t
