In the days that followed, Bianca struggled with her decision. The more time she spent with Luca, the more complex her feelings became. He was charming and ruthless, but there was a vulnerability to him that she hadn’t anticipated.
Their dinners became a routine, filled with laughter, shared stories, and an undeniable chemistry. But every moment of intimacy felt like a betrayal of her mission. She was supposed to be plotting his death, yet here she was, becoming entwined in his life.
One evening, as they strolled through a quiet park, Luca turned to her, his expression serious. "I can sense something is off. You’re holding back. What are you hiding?"
Bianca’s heart raced. She had to tread carefully. "I’m just adjusting to this world, Luca. It’s not easy for someone like me."
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