Victoria Bella Washington;
“Is there anything else I should know?” Vincenzo asked, his gaze fixed on Juliet. She shook her head quickly.
“No, Mr. Volkov. That’s everything. But I have to say, I’m thrilled about the billboard—imagine my face plastered all over Russia! It’s unreal!” She flashed a warm smile, but as I looked closer, I noticed something unsettling.
There were faint bruises under her makeup, just barely hidden. The sight stopped me in my tracks. How did she get those bruises? My mind raced, but I kept my expression steady, my thoughts swirling as I wrapped my head around what I was seeing.
“You have a beautiful face, Juliet,” Vincenzo continued, snapping me back to the present.
His tone was calm but laced with something that sent a chill up my spine. “Being our brand ambas
