**POV MASSIMO**
I was alone on that empty beach, watching Mia walk away toward the suite she shared with Giovanni. The full moon cast its silvery light on the sand, and I felt torn between satisfaction and remorse.
What we had done there, on that secluded beach, hadn't been just a fleeting moment of passion. It had been an explosion of desire, of repressed emotions, and of tension that had been building since the moment we met. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but Mia stirred something in me that I couldn't ignore.
I was there with a purpose, a clear goal: to expose Mia and Giovanni as impostors and con artists. But in that moment, all my rational thoughts had been swept away by the forbidden passion we shared.
After a while, I decided to return to the suite. Taking a shower to was
