Illyana's POV
The air in Alessandro’s private office above the club was thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic thump of the bass echoing up from the dance floor below. Aurora sat stiffly in one of the plush leather armchairs, her face pale, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She looked like a trapped animal, desperate for escape, but resigned to her fate. I stood beside Alessandro, my heart pounding in my chest, a mixture of anger, betrayal, and a strange, lingering affection for the woman who had once been my closest friend.
Alessandro moved with a quiet grace that belied the barely contained fury simmering beneath the surface. He pulled up a chair opposite Aurora, his movements deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He didn’t launch into accusations, didn’t
