Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: A Dangerous Game
The walk down the corridor felt like an eternity. Isabella's heart beat loudly in her chest, each step taking her deeper into Lorenzo's world. She could feel her palms sweating as she followed the concierge to a private elevator. The sleek, polished doors opened without a sound, and she stepped inside, alone with her thoughts.
The elevator ride was short, but it felt as if time itself had slowed. When the doors finally opened, they revealed a suite that looked as if it belonged in a dream. Expensive furniture, soft lighting, and a panoramic view of the city skyline that seemed too perfect to be real.
And then there was Lorenzo.
He was standing by the window, his back to her, his hands clasped behind him. The moment she stepped inside, he turned, his gaze locking onto hers with a cold intensity that made her stomach flip.
"Isabella," he said, his voice low but strong, "I’m glad you could make it."
She nodded but said nothing, her body tense. She wanted to leave, but she knew better than to show weakness.
Lorenzo moved toward her, his steps deliberate, and for a moment, Isabella felt trapped in the room with him. He was always too close, too overwhelming, his presence filling every inch of space. "I imagine you're wondering why I called you here," he said, his eyes not leaving hers.
Isabella swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was wondering that, yes."
He smiled, though there was nothing kind about it.
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