JULIAN D'ARGENTO’S MANSION – A RESTLESS NIGHT
The mansion was silent, but Julian’s mind was anything but. He sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey, the golden liquid swirling in his hand. The media had been relentless today, flashing images of him with Elara—Leo’s sister.
His rare laughter.
His gentle smiles.
His eyes… soft when looking at her.
He could already imagine what Leo was thinking.
Julian let out a slow, tired sigh and leaned back in his chair. No matter how much pain it brought him, no matter how many times he tried to let go, his heart had already chosen Leo.
And it had been that way for a decade.
"Fool," he muttered under his breath.
Then, as if on instinct, he reached for his phone. His fingers hovered for a moment before he dialed a number.
The call was ans
